This flick isn't just about forceful tops. In this context, it's a mindset. The tops certainly are unafraid to work their bottoms to their limits, but that requires the bottoms to give up all control to the tops, which is not always the case here. Director Christian Owen, whose conceptual style is now his signature and wildly creative in here, makes sure that everyone understands hardcore domination, with base animal lust the absolute minimum required from these guys. "The Dom" overflows with sublimely depraved sexual needs.

Presumably, J.R. Bronson doesn't need a partner. He's comfortable in a sling, fingering himself, with a plethora of toys at his disposal (including a giant see-through buttplug). J.R. is way too good looking, sexy and talented to be alone, however. That's when Franco Ferarri arrives, wearing an apron that shows a clear boner. "It's about fucking time you got here!" J.R. snarls. Tall, wearing sunglasses, boots and gloves coated with lube, Franco asks J.R. if he's ready. Oh, come on! He's been ready waiting for Franco, who is about to open J.R. in ways his own finger definitely could not. As Franco fits a turkey baster-esque contraption into J.R.'s ass, J.R. is so composed and comfortable, it's almost an unstated challenge to make sure a lot more happens. Not to worry, it was only injecting lube into his hole. Franco's extra-strength gloves are ready to and it takes only moments before he can raid J.R.'s ass with all of his fingers. J.R. reacts by pulling his legs even wider apart. A gloppy dildo is child's play, but Franco doesn't just push it in, he does so with twists and sadistic power. Crouching on the floor, J.R. is ordered to anally inhale a sit-and-ride dildo while blowing Franco. Franco's thin curver is down J.R.'s throat seemingly without any fuss. Both guys are spitting fans, so J.R. is told to spit while sucking. Franco gets to spit all over J.R., whose veined dick is finally free from his jock. J.R. begs to be fucked, with all the spit Franco can muster and when Franco starts, his very first insertion gives J.R. full penetration. From there, Franco barely leaves J.R.'s ass because depth is certainly no problem for this possessed superbottom. J.R. spills a river of cum from his dick and then tells Franco to let him suck it off his fingers. Franco cums as well, spitting a few last times and then walks away.

James Ryder is caught in a cage in a room with swirling fog. Initially, it seems he wants out of the cage, but once he hears footsteps, he starts wiggling his ass, just like a puppy does when its master comes home. Who better to own him than Trenton Ducati, the king of punishing sexual overdrive. He's in a mask, chain harness, starting James off by sticking his boots into the cage and having James lick them. "Show me you're a happy dog," Trenton tells him, so James wiggles his ass, which has a tail buttplug in it. Massive everywhere, Trenton is ace casting as the tough-but-lovable dog's best friend. He has cute light-haired James lick water from a dog bowl and then uses a riding crop on James while making him bark. Trenton keeps up the master-dog scenario for the whole scene and James is so taken with pleasing him, he does the same. James has been slobbering waiting to take on Trenton's cock, so far hidden in a metal codpiece. When James finally gets to blow Trenton, it's amazing. Not only can James deep-throat it, but he does so with Trenton commandingly face-fucking him. There is lots of spit here too, and the camera position below the action shows saliva dripping down to it. Even when insisting James gag on his cock, Trenton still refers to him as his "happy dog" and keeping up the tail wagging. James gets to remove is tail, though gagged by a rubber bone, while Trenton sets off to wow him. He does so first with a fast-paced blowjob, holding onto James' collar and still telling James to bark. Now that's what I call multitasking! Once Trenton polishes off James' long dick, he goes for his ass, which has been nicely opened by the tail dildo. Trenton works so fast and with such focus that he's able to suck, rim and finger at the same time, or so it seems. You don't expect the pup to fuck his master, do you? Of course not, which means Trenton unleashes his full fury on James. I have no idea how Trenton slams at James with such insane speed, and the laws of physics are no help because they would say it's impossible. Trenton fucks downward into James with such forceful penetration that it makes James cum (into his water bowl, from where he must lap it up). A blowjob from James gets a blast from Trenton to his chest, also licked off. Sex over, it's time to put James back in his cage. Trenton does allow him to keep his rubber bone and after he's left the room, shouts orders for James to bark, which he does.

Little leather G-strings are not going to stay on long as Tate Ryder, sporting a Mohawk and terrific abs, is tied by the arms to the ceiling, unmistakable even without being able to howl. That comes courtesy of the tank of muscles that is Jake Genesis. Tate manages to convey to Jake his desire to have his dick sucked, and as Jake deep-throats every last inch, I was wondering who is the dom here. It goes back to my earlier point, that it need not be the top always running the show. Jake can often be a surprisingly lethargic performer, but he's agile enough orally. Sucking Tate, he's on fire. A signature Tate Ryder position has him pinning his legs so far back he's into contortion territory, and here it exposes his immaculately shaved hole, licked with verve by Jake. It sure as hell looks mighty tasty. Finally freed from his chains, Tate can really enjoy Jake fucking him, his "porn star" knuckle tattoos speaking the truth. Jake's topping is not as wowing as his sucking and rimming, but outside their little playpen, wildly inked Derek Parker, with a big of shadowy beard and pugging on a ciggy, watches the action. He wants to play too, so he puffs some blue-lit smoke into the room and comes in behind it. Derek finally gets Tate out of his mask and then tells Jake to flip Tate onto his knees. On the littlest of benches, Tate obeys and Jake continues thrusting harder and harder into Tate's butt. Tate's mouth is not idle, but rather stuffed with Derek's easily suckable dick. He doesn't even have to stop gulping to reach behind and slap Jake's abs to make Jake push him harder and deeper. The blowing outshines the fucking, so the tops trade places. Derek is far rougher and insistent fucking Tate, also going at a punishing speed than Jake. Jake cums on Tate's boot and disappears, leaving Derek to have his way with Tate, which works whether Tate is on all-fours on the small stool or on his back. Derek is hitting Tate with nasty thrusts when Tate blows a load, and he demands Derek continue just as he had been until he finishes. Derek spits on Tate's face and also stomps off.

Christian Owen's increasingly complex set hits its zenith when he has Mitch Vaughn on his knees in a pool, while Jimmy Durano swigs a beer, the guys being rained on! Now that's an opening one won't forget. Jimmy spits all of the beer onto Mitch, here shaved clear literally from head to toe. With the rain still beating down, gorgeous raven-haired Jimmy drinks with one hand and mans a metal dildo. Sill getting wet, Jimmy runs Mitch, licking from the piercing where Mitch's cock meets his ass and going all the way up his crack. Not even the storm bearing down on them can dull Jimmy's excellent ass munching or Mitch's all-out sucking of Jimmy's thick Brazilian cock. Jimmy wants Mitch all the way down it as often as possible and luckily Mitch wants to be there too, the guys happiest when Mitch is gagging. Jimmy face fucks Mitch, allowing him precious little breathing time, but when he has the change, he also unleashes all of his saliva on Jimmy's cock, and all while it keeps on raining. This is easily the best blowjob of the film. The attention lavished on the setting is fantastic, but only outrageous sex is going to win the day. That's no problem for these pros. When Jimmy nails Mitch, it's with rapacious force. He's so thick, but Mitch can accommodate it to the base. Scooping Mitch out of the pool and onto the wooden deck (all still inside, mind you, and all still getting a drenching), Jimmy returns to his beloved rimming, adding hardworking sucking to it. The second fuck is every bit as volatile and fun as the first, though Jimmy holds onto Mitch's cock as he tops him, a sure way to get Mitch to unleash a geyser that goes beyond his head. The rain, the guys, the sexual perfection and money shot that defines the term all come together to create the movie's most memorable scene.

Returning for more, Franco Ferarri is held in chains attached to a piece of wall, his "fuck me now" round ass poking out as he struggles. That's when strapping inked he-man Jordano Santoro enters, brandishing a flashlight and wearing a gas mask. Despite Franco's position, he asks Jordano if he wants to fuck him. Jordano counters by lightly flogging Franco's ass, begging to be released and fucked. Nope, sexy Jordano, whose own ass is a gigantic, is not done with his ass slapping routine. Franco is set free, but only to hit the floor on his knees to spit and lick Jordano's leather codpiece. Even through the gas mask, Jordano is able to command Franco as he sees fit. Once Jordano's cock is exposed, Franco gets to suck it, but Jordano's physical frame is so sexy and he knows exactly how to stand to show it off, it comes close to stealing focus from the blowjob. Deep throating is hard for Franco here, but Jordano is not in a friendly mood and pulls Franco's head deep into his crotch. Franco is game, but can't conquer the hugeness. It's fun as hell to watch him try, though. After a while, I wondered if the look on Franco's face was pleasure or pain, but Jordano doesn't care, he keeps pushing Franco down on his dick. The gas mask means no rimming, so Franco stands over Jordano and rides two of Jordano's fingers to open up his hole. From here, Franco simply squats to take in Jordano's cock, which once again gives him a tough time again, but as he continues the bottoming improves dramatically. Note the camera angle from inside Jordano's gas mask for a clever angle, but for the most part, the camera stays behind the guys, watching as Franco works hard to fit in all of Jordano's piece. When Franco is ready to come, he dismounts the cock and spews on the gas mask. After Jordano cums, he insists that Franco lick up his own cum off the gas mask and the scene ends with us never having seen Jordano's face!

DVD features: Chapters; widescreen; cum-shots chapter; highlights chapter; trailers ("Malpractice," "Kiss Lick Suck Fuck" and "Tools of the Trade"); and no regional coding (playable worldwide).

A DVD Review by Brent Blue ( http://www.ManNet.com )

*** Highly, Highly Recommended ***