WARNING!
Tavish Szabad
Distributor | Released | Length |
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High Octane Productions | 2004 | 120 |
Body Prod | ? | |
Marc Dorcel Video | ? |
The strain of muscles, the rush of endorphins, the sweat pouring down a body. The gym or sex? In Hervé Handsome's "Ultimate Warriors," that description turns out to be both. This gym-set flick finds some sexy Hungarians sparring and sucking, pummeling and pounding.
Tavish Szabad, wearing only tight pants and a huge tattoo on his chest (on the box cover), is sparring with handsome beautiful-bodied Garcia Fecske. After they finish, they stretch with each other and this leads to some cuddly kissing before they start the sex. Garcia blows first, whipping his excited head around Tavish's uncut one. Tavish sucks next, doing a fine deep-throat with lots of handwork. Effortlessly, Tavish fucks Garcia up against a mirror, not even using his hands as he plucks Garcia's muscular butt with nice zest. Shots from underneath are particularly effective. After tons of positions, with no let-up in energy, Tavish blows Garcia again to get his cum splashed on his shoulder and then Tavish has a good spray of his own.
Also in the gym are wrestling trio Rick Bauer, lean Isidore Nadas and boyish Tim Brensen. Tim is refereeing a match between the other two, and when they are finished, Tim starts feeling around their singlet-clad crotches. Things start off with an energetic circle-suck with thrusting hips as hardworking as the mouths meeting them. Isidore gets a royal sucking from Rick as Tim eats the latter's ass with a never-stropping tongue. Tim gets to nastily fuck Rick, still sucking, and spitfire Tim keeps the oomph level way up high. Rick then sits on Isidore for some riding, sucking Tim while doing it. Isidore is very strong from underneath and Rick multitasks beautifully. Rick then rims Tim, who sucks Isidore, to prep him for some fucking. Rick fucks the heck out of Tim and then Isidore gets him sideways as Tim chews eagerly on Rick's cock. All, including a two-fist-pumping Isidore, drop cum on Tim.
Bald thin Larry Packa and very tall brunet Jack Mecs had been practicing some karate in the gym and go to the locker-room to shower it off. There, they find bubble-butted goateed Ted Kabel and when they gang up on him, he's anything but upset. Larry gets between his pals and blows them, doing nicely on Jack's gargantuan piece. Then it's Ted turn to suck, with Jack face-fucking him aggressively. As Ted continues to blow, Larry rims him. Ted then gets a chance to suck both other guys together, which works well. The guys share nipple-pierced Ted's cock and then Larry does a luscious deep-throat on Ted's cock. Strong Jack fucks Ted, who blows Larry. Larry, who possesses a big hooked cock, fucks Ted next, smushing in just as deeply. However, the highlight of the scene is when Larry rides on Ted. He masters this hard position with such smooth speed, it's amazing. Jack tries his best to blow Larry a bit, but he's moving too fast. Larry then gets it from Jack as Larry and Ted 69. Larry is again unstoppable both of mouth and ass and everyone cums on him in the end.
Tavish is back on the gym floor, doing leg exercises that show off his crotch, and twinky brunet Ritchy Segely is certainly entranced. Ritchy starts kissing Tavish and it's then that blondish Paris Granat alights his Stairmaster and helps them out. Ritchy takes to Tavish's cock as the latter whips off another deep-throat on long-dicked Paris. Tavish is so good he gets both dicks at once to tackle, and does so with lots of spirit. Paris gets a fucking from Tavish, the bottom sucking Ritchy. Sweetie Tavish not only fucks Paris, but he jacks him off as well. There's a delicious man-in-the-middle fuck where Tavish slices effortlessly between Ritchy's perky cheeks and the latter keeps his cock buried in Paris' ass. Again, it's The Tavish Show, but Ritchy gets to do a little active bottoming when he rides on Tavish later. Tavish cums with Ritchy licking at his balls and then Paris shoots right below Tavish's pec tattoo, leaving Ritchy to mess up the other pec.
Bald very masculine Erik Lenn, pretty-boy Erik Flower and amiable smiling brunet Mack Safrany practice some boxing in the gym and then go over to the massage table, where little blond-tinted Rossi Fabab is wrapping his hand. Mack goes to massage Eric, and things turn sexual quickly. As Mack hunkers down to blow Eric, the real focus of the scene is on Rossi, who is delivering a wowing blow to the sexy hairy-chested Erik. Each suckee fucks his sucker. Eric takes Mack, his upturned cock sliding gracefully into his partner while strong Erik slams in and out of Rossi's little hole. Watch him deliver a series of full in-and-out handless pounds, all without so much as a whimper from plucky Rossi. The quartet joins together when Erick fucks Mack, who sucks Rossi as he's riding on Erik, who is actually controlling the fuck from below. Rossi then bottoms for Eric and they create lots of heat, with Mack riding on Erik in the background. Rossi gets shots from everyone, and none of them are little sprays, either.
The "Ultimate Warriors" guys have the right idea. Find a nearly deserted gym, work your body into an energetic fury ... and then let off steam sexually!
DVD features: Scene selection; auto-start, auto-repeat; galleries; behind-the-scenes footage; stereo sound; and no regional coding (playable worldwide).
A VHS + DVD Review by Brent Blue
Bristling with brio and glistening with sweat, Herve Handsome's latest effort for High Octane, Ultimate Warriors, is set in a modern fitness center where 14 high-testosterone types seem, invariably, to utilize boxing, wrestling and pumping iron as a sort of foreplay. In five equally arousing scenes, these buff athletes repeatedly respond to the homoerotic aspects of such sports and effortlessly segue into explicit action as if it were a prescribed part of the workout. And what a workout they get!
Ultimate Warriors fades in on two sparring partners running through their kickboxing routines in a sparkling gym, all mirrors and chrome. The older of the two (Tavish Szabad, aka Daniel Kilmer) is clearly a hawk-eyed veteran with an eye for his buddy (Garcia Fecske). A stocky peasant type, Fecske quickly reveals that his competitive impulses when throwing punches are just as strong when he is having sex. As the two sit facing each other on the floor, their stretching exercises sneak seamlessly into heated kisses and reciprocal blow jobs. Fecske, who reminds us a bit of porn legend Michael Christopher, is a sensational find. He is loaded with enthusiasm, actually connects with his partner and appears willing and anxious to revel in the sensations of mansex.
The biggest surprise of the scene is that he turns out to be an aggressive butch bottom who takes every thrust that Szabad can throw. Their kiss-and-fuck session practically jumps off the screen, partly because Szabad is such a masterful top, now gentle, now rough, and partly because Fecske gives himself so wholeheartedly to being ravished. He takes his partner in three different positions, welcomes (rather than endures) each invasion, watches his skewering in a nearby mirror, roars out a litany of excited (rather than anguished) groans, strokes his airborne erection throughout and blasts off a barrage of spooge-streamers all over Szabad's shoulder. He is a real find.
The second sequence (set in another mirror-lined corner of the gym) features three of the most familiar Eastern European stars, Tim Brensen, Rick Bauer and Isidore Nadas. When the latter two take a break from their wrestling and flop down side-by-side on the mat, Brensen moves in to grope the bulging crotches of their clinging singlets, and a gold-medal three way instantly begins to simmer. Each is a high-energy performer, and they kiss, suck and rim one another in a dizzying flurry of configurations, the high point of which finds Brensen lapping up Bauer's asshole as Bauer devours Nadas's ready rod.
Both Bauer and Brensen, of course, have demonstrated their versatility in any number of past films, but here they fuck each other with such veteran skill and friendly familiarity that they seem to forget they are performing. And Bauer's hungry spate of ass-eating -- captured in a series of superb tight close-ups -- is among his finest moments on film. Nadas, who remains largely peripheral in the early part of the anal action, however, comes into his own in the homestretch, carving a place for his rock-hard erection in both his teammates' unshaved holes before he is done. All three money shots are strong too.
The third vignette, set in a locker room, features another trio of gym-built horndogs whose interest in each other, whose familiarity with the mechanics of mansex and whose honest pleasure lift them high above most Eastern European performers. First to be seen is a solid brunet with a wisp of a goatee and a gold tit-ring (Ted Kabel). He is soon joined by a tall brunet whose hair is beginning to salt-and-pepper (Jack Mecs) and a well-ripped skinhead (Larry Packa). Both are instinctual predators, and they soon back Kabel into a corner for a rush of kissing before each devours the others' cocks and asses. Both Mecs and Packa can swallow dick down to the pubes, and Kabel nearly manages to match them -- an impressive sight, since all three possess long, pig-iron-hard pipes of cock.
During the anal play, Kabel gets the lion's share of battering from both the others, finding himself in one sandwich after another, being simultaneously ass-and-face-fucked by the other two, who work as an inspired tag team. Kabel does shift gears later to fuck Packa, but of the three, Mecs is the Fucker Emeritus. He is a masterful top whose deep thrusts and varying rhythms repeatedly prove to excite his partners as much as they arouse him. This is the frenetic, instinctual, arousing work of three pansexual satyrs who constantly suggest an involvement beyond their paychecks.
The zenith of the film, however, is the fourth loop, which finds Szabad back again, now exercising his thighs on a workout throne as a tall blond (Paris Granat, who looks like a young Peter O'Toole) peddles a nearby exercycle. Then in strolls a cute, glossy brunet (Ritchie Segely, who simply crackles with lust). In moments, he has chewed Szabad's hard-on out of his briefs and urged Granat to join them. Everyone has a go at everyone else's cock and balls, but it is Segely who remains the focus of attention throughout. The wicked glint in his eyes, the airborne rigidity of his cock, the buoyancy of his bubblebutt and his complete abandon all suggest a superstar in the making.
Although Szabad fucks both of them with his usual skill, the scene really soars when the three of them line up for a standing sandwich -- Szabad into Segely into Granat -- and later sails right off the charts when Segely sits to impale himself on Szabad's ever-ready erection. It's a bumpy ride that seems to drive him wild and brings the sequence to its climax, a trio of equally notable, equally messy money shots. This is one hot scene!
The finale of Ultimate Warriors begins in the boxing ring and soon shifts to another mirrored room where big, beefy Eric Flowers sprawls on a massage table for his handsome buddy, Mack Safrany, to give him a rubdown. (Safrany pays special attention to his butt, but then, who wouldn't!) Nearby, another pair, skinhead Erik Lann and pretty boy Rossi Fabab, are taking turns demonstrating each's knack for head-giving. The sight seems to inspire Flowers and Safrany to do likewise, and each clearly seems to know what to do when his hungry mouth finds a hard cock staring him in the face.
Flower and Lenn, who have both proved eminently versatile in past film excursions, remain strictly tops here, switching back and forth between the two bottoms, penetrating and repenetrating both in a wide variety of positions and tableaux. (Safrany is another great butch bottom who is every bit as aggressive as his toppers, Fabab the most uncomfortable performer in the scene.) The action is forceful, and all in all, this quartet delivers the best set of money shots in the film. But ultimately, the scene pales by comparison to the turbulence of the preceding Szabad-Segely-Granat set-to, and the film would have been greatly enriched by switching the placement of these two scenes.
Eastern European performers have long been criticized for the extravagance of their energy and paucity of their passion, but that is not, thankfully, the case in Ultimate Warriors, which stands among the best productions director Handsome has yet devised.
- Jerry Douglas