In director Kristofer Weston's military-themed "The Recruits," a group of soldiers and their superiors play war, and sex, games. The prize: a post in Spec Ops, rather than being shipped off to some unnamed Middle Eastern hellhole (wonder where that might be?).
Things get off to a hot start with a duo: Gus Mattox, a hunky office, and his charge, the compact bottom Cade Devlin. Muscular and tattooed, Gus is ready to give up the secret of how to win the post if Cade is ready to give up something in exchange. The fact that Cade would have readily used his mouth and scrumptious ass to pleasure Gus without protest hardly matters, they go at it like there's something important at stake (other than reaching screaming orgasms, that is). Gus grins down at Cade as Cade slurpily devours his cock, and then Cade goes on all-fours to get royally rimmed by Gus's probing tongue. Cade's ass is the kind that gives me an instant hardon. It's round, high, and tight, with a winking hole that just begs to be penetrated. Gus fucks the young stud hard, but Cade is insatiable. His ass is on fire, and as hard as Gus fucks, Cade wants more, more, more. At one point, Cade's ass is sucking up Gus's dick with so much gusto it's hard to tell who is getting fucked. Cade reaches a big, wet orgasm as Gus is still buried in his ass from behind, and then Gus pulls out and explodes all over his hairy lower belly as Cade watches and rubs his own cum into his skin.
Senior officer Breck Stewart (looking ever so slightly like Hollywood actor Kevin Spacey, but much cuter I assure you) barks out orders to the contenders for the Spec Ops competition to Cade and handsome Brad Patton as Gus watches. The first to get captured loses, or wins, as the case might be, considering the punishment, which involves lots of sexual encounters with fellow soldiers. Brad is quickly captured by Matthew Rush and Joe Sport, and taken to a cell where Matthew and Joe work him over as he's handcuffed. As soon as the cuffs come off, though, Brad overpowers the other two, and he takes control. Joe, a muscular, smooth-bodied Brit with a tattoo that reaches from his lower abdomen to his upper thigh, gets tongue-fucked by Brad as he bends over a bench. Matthew is out cold (for the moment), but when he recovers, he joins in on the action, and he looks great as always. This scene is remarkable for a couple of reasons. First, Brad is one hell of a handsome and buff stud with a dick that is best compared to the horn of a rhinoceros. It has exactly the same shape, thickness, hardness, and it even curves upward (no small feat for a dick this huge). Second, when Matthew stands next to Brad, and the lucky Joe gets to feast on both cocks side by side, it becomes evident that Matthew is comparable to Brad in dick size. Although it has to be almost impossible to deep-throat Brad, Joe does his best, and when it comes time for fucking, it takes some doing, but he also takes Brad's cock in his ass. Obviously, Joe is a bottom to be reckoned with. The videography in this scene is great, closing in on the action just enough to capture Brad's dick as it invades Joe's ass, plus showing that Brad's balls are high and tight, like he's ready to explode any moment. Joe shoots as Brad is still deep inside him, and his juice splatters all over his torso. Matthew follows next, straddling Joe's head and erupting to the accompaniment of very loud moans and groans, and Brad goes last, delivering a huge load, and then caressing his still-rock-hard dick at fade-out.
Cade returns for an orgy in which his ass gets an even more thorough workout than in the opener. Cade goes down on all of the other studs (Gus, who also returns, Alex LeMonde, Jon Galt, Tyler Gunn, Chet Roberts and Bobby Williams) first, and as he gets them ready to fuck, they start to kiss each other and take off their camouflage gear. Cade seriously is a contender for power-bottom of the year, with the avid way he goes at all the cocks in his face (and Bobby, Tyler and Chet, who also get fucked royally, get special mentions), but that is really just a warm-up to the main event, a sizzling gang bang. Gus watches with a knowing grin as Cade's ass takes on all of the dicks, and then he can't resist fucking Cade again himself. The finale has Cade acting as cum-catcher for the rest of the guys, and he jerks his dick, his balls bouncing up and down, as all of the loads land on him one by one. Cade then blasts off as the other studs caress his body from all angles.
Brad returns for the finale with Breck. Breck has a little insider information about Brad and his prodigious endowment -- he was watching as Brad got busy with Matthew and Joe. The two work out a deal: Brad will obey Breck during the day, but Breck has to be Brad's sex slave at night. Works for me. The two hunks share a hot kiss, and Breck gets right to business, hauling Brad's already-stiff rhino horn out of his fly and doing his best to suck it, but I'm telling you, it just can't be done, it's just too thick -- so having one this size is both a blessing and a curse. Thankfully, the same cannot be said for Breck's ass. Brad has absolutely no trouble at all forcing his dick into it, and Breck doesn't even whimper when Brad starts fucking him forcefully, pulling almost all the way out and then slamming it all back in again. They start out doggy, then they move to missionary, and finally sidesaddle, and through it all, Breck takes it like a trooper. In fact, he enjoys it immensely. His cock stays rock-hard the whole time. The views are tremendous, with the camera shooting the studs from below, up close, and from the side as they fuck. Brad pulls out and mightily jerks off all over Breck's hand and lower belly, as Breck continues to stroke his cock, and he blows his load next.
This production is first-rate, with expert direction by Kristofer Weston and fine videography by Todd Montgomery.
DVD features: Dolby sound; chapter selections (and a sub-menu broken down by foreplay, oral, anal, orgasm); cast bios (photo, stats and Falcon videographies); and no regional coding (playable worldwide).
A VHS + DVD Review by Martin Cox
Blond, beefy Brad Patton is the first-billed star of Falcon's The Recruits, and the primary reason to see it. He appears in two of the four scenes that comprise its 86-minute running time and here unquestionably confirms that he has what it takes to be a superstar. Of course, he possesses the spectacularly pumped-up physique, the strikingly cameragenic face that reminds one of the young Tab Hunter, the perfectly carved bubble-butt that has remained sadly off-limits on film thus far, and the amazingly thick, beer-can cock that works with the precision of an oil derrick -- but more importantly, after only a few films, Patton has become as comfortable in front of the camera as if he had been born there. Now, in The Recruits, he reveals that he is also developing into an instinctually talented actor. He is, as they say, a natural.
The Recruits, a beat-off fantasy version of military life, is set in a U.S. Marine Corps Induction Facility where the designer walls are the same brown-khaki-and-olive pattern as the cammie uniforms and where a sign that states, "We're looking for a few good men!" hangs over the bunks. The screenplay by Matt Corbett tells the story of the last round in a competition between two recruits to be named the best in the unit. One of the finalists, of course, is Patton. The other is another gym-built grunt, Cade Devlin, who is first seen in the barracks discussing the upcoming ordeal with his sergeant (Gus Mattocks, a mature blond whose lean, hairy physique is top-heavy with tattoos). The final contest is a two-pronged war game: To avoid being captured or if caught, to resist revealing information. The sergeant warns Devlin that "anything goes to make you talk" and then demonstrates the methods that will be used. Guess what they are.
Mattocks offers up his pole of a cock, and Devlin dives for it. Eager to please, he spit-polishes it vigorously, does his damnedest to deep-throat it and nearly succeeds. There is no sexual through-line to the scene, however, only a series of positions tied together with zooms from one to the next. In the second, Devlin stands on his cot while Mattocks swallows him down to the pubes, slathers his shaved balls and thumb and tongue-fucks his hairless hole with an easy-listening raunch rap. In the third, Devlin is posed on all fours as Mattocks teases his hard-on between the recruit's melon buttocks and then slides effortlessly in. The next position is a lap fuck in which Mattocks provides the shaft and Devlin happily impales himself, boisterously bouncing up and down on it, then grinding himself down to its very base. Finally, Devlin detonates himself while skewered sidesaddle, and Maddocks ends the scene with his own well-executed splatter shot.
Later, during the war game, both contestants are quickly captured. Patton is hauled off to the brig, where his cocky swagger catches his guards off-guard, and within seconds he has cold-cocked one of them (Matthew Rush) and hot-cocked the other (Joe Sport). With no chance of escape, Patton brazenly slams Sport over a bench, pulls down his pants and tongue-lashes his hole. (Sport doesn't seem to mind, and Rush spends much of the scene out cold on the floor.) By now, of course, context, character and narrative have retreated in the interest of sexual heat, and what follows is an outrageously preposterous -- but superbly performed -- scene that has little to do with the rest of the film.
As a sex scene per se, however, this three-way is simply sensational. Patton deserves a Bronze Star for his unbridled ass-eating under fire, and before long, he works his way around to Sport's face to get head. The tattooed, well-worn Sport is clearly no novice at such maneuvers, but even he has trouble getting his mouth around Patton's mega-thick weapon. As he gives the sucking his best shot, Rush comes to and moves in to have Sport service him too. After a tower of three-way sucking, Rush fucks Sport standing doggie -- to loosen him up, no doubt, for Patton, who then drills him missionary. The sphincter-stretching session burns up the screen, and Sport fires off a load at the peak of Patton's assault. Then Rush explodes, and as magnetic a performer as he is, he is all but lost in the entire frenzy created by Patton, whose over-the-top money shot -- in which he all but pounds himself to smithereens -- is an instant candidate for Best Pop Shot of the Year, and the scene deserves a 21-gun salute. Then we learn that the entire skirmish has been watched on closed circuit TV by Patton's superior officer.
The third vignette, a seven-man orgy, centers around Devlin and the men who have captured him and are trying to torture information out of him by forcing him to service everyone. Devlin willingly sucks but doesn't talk. The hyperkinetic action, well filmed by Todd Montgomery, includes Mattocks, Jon Galt, Chet Roberts, Alex LeMonde, Tyler Gunn and a hot new bottom, Billy Williams. Although Devlin should be the focus of the scene, he frequently gets lost amid the storm of oral and anal action so heatedly generated by his captors. And more often than not, the viewer's attention goes to that indefatigable little sex pig Roberts, who is especially torrid when bouncing back and forth between Mattocks' and LeMonde's upright cocks in a hot flurry of lap fucks. Devlin, however, regains focus in the final moments when everyone fires off on his supine body.
The final episode pits smart-ass Patton against his superior officer, a pale, lean sergeant played by Breck Stewart. Called on the carpet, Patton is warned, "That mouth of yours is gonna get you in trouble one day." Patton just smirks, "You think?" and kisses the guy. Then he adds, "Tell you what -- daytime, I'll take orders from you, but nighttime, your ass is mine." And with that, he promptly throws the officer over the desk, forces him to suck that beer-can dick, then kneels to provide him with a blow job to remember. When he gets around to fucking the man, the insertion is long, slow and excruciating, but soon the invasion proceeds at full-tilt in doggie, missionary and scissors positions. As before, Patton's orgasm is violent, sonorous and teeming, unlike Stewart's, whose modest climax that follows is, well, anticlimactic. In fact, Stewart is neither facially, physically nor sexually a match for the star, and watching Patton charge through the scene is like watching a tennis ace play with no one on the other side of the net.
Directed by Kristopher Weston, The Recruits often echoes the works of his Falcon predecessors, Scarborough, Rutherford and LaRue, but never quite matches them, except when the spectacular Patton devastates the proceedings.
- Jerry Douglas
