Business-suited Trenton Ducati was used on the street in broad daylight and tossed into a dark cell with a glowing monitor. Who knows how long he's been pent up there, strength fed gay porn? He is bewildered and mesmerized by what he sees on this monitor: men having wild uninhibited sex. His libido has reached its breaking point. He must have a taste of what he's seeing on this monitor 24/7. The desire is getting into his head. Are the five anonymous cocks that enter his cell and orally gangbang him real or are they figments of his manic, sexual imagination? (the monster cocks belong to their unseen owners: Josh West, Adam Killian, Tommy Defendi, Angel Rock and Luke Milan) Are the loads of these massive dicks real or just a fantasy to relieve and release? No matter if this facial orgy happens or not, Trenton's dazed state ends with his face covered with five loads, and him finally releasing a huge load of his own.

Adam Killian's huge balls hang out of a threadbare jock strap. Sitting on the floor in the corner of a padded cell, he tugs his cock while watching himself in black and white on a closed-circuit TV monitor. JR Bronson kneels on a cot nearby; he is blindfolded, sealed in plastic wrap from his neck to his ankles. Adam crawls to JR on his knees, rubbing his face against JR's butt cheeks. He chews through the plastic to sink his tongue thirstily into JR's hole. Sweat makes the plastic cling to JR's skin. Adam shreds the cling-wrap. He locks his arms around JR's ass in a full nelson, as if they were wrestling. Adam sniffs JR's armpits, bites his nipples, licks his neck. Still blindfolded, JR finds Adam's cock with his hands and guides it to his hungry mouth. Adam roars and stretches, a hairy animal in full heat. He yanks the blindfold off JR before he fucks him, riding deep and using the waistband of JR's jock strap as reins. They press together belly-to-back. Adam fucks JR in nearly every position know to man. JR's orgasm leaves a stream of cream from his nose to his navel. Adam jizzes across JR's ass and eats ever last drop before returning to his corner.

Hole 1 is a voyeur's paradise ? a gritty tale of what men will do when they're confined. These striking studs are deprived of sunlight and any regular comforts, but they are given one simple luxury: another man to feed their voracious desires. The directors of this two-part feature, Tony Dimarco and Adam Killian, create a rough, run-down institutional world, and they fill the ?Hole? with hung studs and hot bottoms. Every action is caught by closed-circuit monitors that are pumped into every cell. Watching them is an unseen master of the domain, Josh West, who strokes his monster cock as he waits for intense and unforgiving sex to erupt. Lust explodes when Donnie Dean and Landon Conrad reach the carnal boiling point. Deprived of razor and soap, the sight and smell will make you cum. Stunning Angel Rock's relentless devastation of Tyler Wolf's willing hole sets the compound ablaze. Director Killian is a prisoner lured out of his dark corner by a human morsel wrapped in plastic. JR Bronson, naked and blindfolded, is the banquet on which Adam feasts. tized by Tommy Defendi's massive meat Jimmy Fanz comes out of hiding. Jimmy sucks like a cock-starved man who's gone without for years, but Tommy's not satisfied by just a blow job, and claims Jimmy's hungry hole. The insane finale occurs when Trenton Ducati, a businessman used in broad daylight, is made to witness the unbridled sex happening in every room until he releases his pent up lust on five huge anonymous cocks and quenches his cum thirst with a five-way facial orgy. Everyone's testosterone reaches critical mass in Hole 1.