In a room coated only in black washable fabric, the above gaggle of men (save for one to arrive later) open this extravaganza by pissing. Their faces are initially unimportant, only their semi-hard cocks and the streams of urine exiting the studs. One by one they let loose on Jason Dean, and some of them have been saving up for eons to do it. Jason is then zipped up in piss-coated vinyl, save for his face and cock.
Jason is forced to watch the rest of the action from the floor. Owen Hawk pushes Matthias von Fistenberg into the sling, but then licks at his ass with tender zeal, hairy Duke Rivers and beefy Roger Beaumont watching from the sidelines. Owen has never looked more handsomely manly and Matthias happens to look his hottest when Owen slaps a handful of lube on his ass. Creaming up both his arms (yes, arms, not just hands), Owen has a glint in his eye that speaks volumes about what he's going to do. Smiling beneath a beard, he starts off slowly enough, with only four fingers, but in no time, he gets his thumb in there, with no discernable wincing from Matthias, who smiles eagerly as Duke and Roger tweak his tits. When Owen pulls his hand out, which isn't often, the stretch of Matthias' ass is gorgeous. It shows major stretch, but Matthias himself couldn't look calmer.
Of course, he and Owen have a wonderful chemistry and Matthias is no fisting virgin. Owen is able to grind in way past his wrist with very little effort. He alternates hands so he can adopt an even faster punching motion, but Matthias remains without complaint. This is one very heavy fisting session. There is no movement here that isn't inspired by the lusty nastiness of the top and what he knows the bottom can handle. He uses his fists in a motion that reminds one of the way arms flail when one is running, and the speed isn't far behind.
It helps that Owen is so delicious himself. When the camera is behind him, you can see his tight ass clenching, helping send all of his energy to his hardworking arms. The other three men seem rapt by what is going on, not at all bored by not participating. There's no reason to stop Owen's unique fisting motions since Matthias takes to them so well.
However, even redoubtable Owen takes breaks. Matthias, of course, is not allowed. A fisting bottom this golden has stamina to spare. While Owen takes a breather, macho Duke does the ramming. His hairy paw makes a welcome addition to the gloppy mess at Matthias' butt and he keeps the fast-paced punching style going. Duke actually gets the position change, with Matthias out of the sling and on all-fours. With his ass stuck out and Owen there to keep him all heated, Roger now fists. Owen and Matthias are locked in embrace, often lip to lip, with eye contact that tells their story, and all this while Matthias is being fisted! Is that multitasking or a pro showing off? Watching Roger gets Duke to cum, right on Matthias' messy gooey ass and as soon as the cum is splashed around the ass, Roger is free to continue. Matthias is basically standing on his knees for this session, trading face slaps with Owen, Roger quietly halfway up to his elbow in his ass.
An abrupt scene change finds Matthias in an apartment full of toys with Bud, tattooed nearly from head to toe and pierced just as much. Both immediately mount frighteningly large dildos, which they are able to suck into their asses with wowing skill. Bud does it so easily he might very well be hollow inside there! Matthias is, of course, no slouch, but damn Bud is one of a kind. I'm not exaggerating in saying the dildo is two feet long and that all of it, down to the base, goes into his ass. Matthias von Fistenberg is no one's runner-up, so he then takes over the anal dazzle from his mate, option for thickness in his preferred dildo.
Matthias had what is very obviously a personal chemistry with Owen, so their fisting seemed almost natural earlier. Bud lacks that particular connection with Matthias, but that doesn't mean Matthias has any intention of letting his ass treat Bud's hand any differently. Once Bud has on gloves, his arm is allowed up Matthias' ass with the same force as Owen. Using a clearer stickier lube, streams of it mingle with glove and hair as Bud thrusts in as Matthias rides downward to take in even more hand. Get a load of the front shots, of Matthias, arms to his neck, flexing his whole body in a display of just how aesthetically beautiful a scene like this can be, despite its extreme hardcore nature.
After watching Bud with the dildo, I had little doubt he could handle a fist, so he bends over to let sumptuous Matthias do him. Proving that it takes one to know one, Matthias as a fisting top is every bit as expert as he is a bottom. His style here is one of complete burial. Bud, and Owen before him, liked the punching in-and-out style, but Matthias seems to enjoy ramming his arm up and keeping it in there, slowly inching along to show just how much can fit. In Bud's case, it's a heavenly amount.
All fists can rest, but not the asses. Bud finds a dildo that looks like a fire log, fits it in Matthias' ass and then settles himself on it so they can bump booties, asscheek to asscheek, meaning that this entire thing is devoured. These two just keep impressing, pushing further and further in showing how much a butt can stretch when determined.
The log takes a hiatus as Matthias goes back into a sling for more handballing. Matthias growls heatedly as he is gone over again, but Bud never makes a sound. It looks as if he's concentrating way too hard. Muscular Matthias seems so unbelievably comfortable settled in a sling with an entire arm invading his butt. Though the title of this movie is "Fisting Punks," it's really Matthias' show, with others allowed their time, but never at the expense of the hero. Sling positions change and now Matthias is back to fisting. It's here that cock shows up for the first time, and Bud's is pierced at the asshole and the tip, with at least a dozen little rings dangling from his balls alone. Matthias digs in almost to his elbow, and considering how muscular his arms is, that is no light matter. Bud gets off a blast of cum while Matthias forces his ass to turn inside out
Ordinarily, when I watch a fisting spree, I worry that the fistee won't be able to sit down or wear tight pants for a while. With Matthias von Fistenberg, I don't worry. They don't make pro fisting bottoms like this in too many corners of the world. It's not just that he can take an entire arm, but that he can do it with such a calm demeanor, as if it's the easiest thing in the world. Unencumbered by fears of handling a hand, Matthias is allowed to play porn star to the hilt, knowing full well how to milk his magnetism for the panting camera. Fisting fan or fisting foe, when Professor von Fistenberg is teaching the class, erect attention is the only course to adopt.
DVD features: Chapters; trailers ("Mutiny," "Unleashed," "No Exit," "Leather Punks" and "The Show"); no regional coding (playable worldwide).
A DVD Review by Brent Blue