Review

Be afraid guys. Be very afraid. This ain't no West Hollywood blonde, shaved, and tanned S/M "lite" romp - this is the real fuckin' thing. Slave Workshop L.A. is one of the most rough, ferocious, scary (in a good way!) and hard-on inducing flicks ever. The gagging, spitting, pissing (seen only in the Director's Cut version) and completely consensual abuse of another make this a must. It's bound to please the converted, titillate and get off the novices and repulse and/or shock the unprepared. Faint of heart beware, it's brutal... and I loved every second of it.

Young Luke Bender (who looks a bit like yummy Dylan McDermott) is perusing the personal ads as a wanna-be-slave looking for a master; the massively endowed Tom of Hamburg is the uncut master looking for another victim. Sir Tom already has a willing participant in the latexed-to-the-gills John Panther when Luke stumbles into his lair. Things are just getting started, too. When the Master finally turns his attention to young Luke, prepare yourself. Tom forces not only his massive, fat, uncut cock down Luke's gaping throat, but his fist, gobs of spit and regurgitated beer as well, causing Luke to gag. Uh, maybe I should be more clear: he gags incredibly violently; we're talking near puking.

What follows is a nearly 30-minute sequence of ball-kicking, mud-slinging, torture and humiliation: all of it real. When Tom drags Luke into the bathroom by his hair, things get really ugly (meaning hot!). This sequence consists mainly of Luke's ragdoll-like body succumbing to a major, pain-inducing ass-pounding, his head being shoved in a toilet and yes, being pissed on. And it ain't over yet.

The hand-held camerawork, the eerie music score and the general aura of sex and depravity lend the film an almost "snuff-like" quality. Relax, it's all consensual, but it's incredibly nasty... and hot. Slave Workshop L.A. is a fucked up, mind-bending flick that succeeds both as a jaw-dropper and as a total turn-on.

 -- Keeneye Reeves