JOHN DAHL came to me as a photo model. "That's all I'll do," he told me. Here's Trevor setting up for the photo shoot, and a shot of John's amazing torso:

At the end of the shoot I suggested he might enjoy being in one of my vids. "No, thanks. I've got a job and a reputation." He said it firmly. He meant it. But I gave him one of my videos. And a week later he called back. I knew I had one chance and one only. So the very next day I flew LUCA BONDI up and introduced them. One hour later, we were shooting the two fucking like their lives depended on it. 

This wasn't "just" sex. This was two men merging. When JOHN saw LUCA's bloated, uncut cock swinging thick and heavy between those big meaty Italian thighs, he went into total submission.

The word "passion" originally meant "complete submission." And JOHN gave himself over totally to the primal muscular power of LUCA. Afterward, I asked JOHN how it had felt. "Like he was taking a fucking core-sample of my soul."

While he was still naked, dazed and dripping fuck-sweat, I handed JOHN a contract and a pen. "Sign it," I said. Without saying a word, he signed.

I got him. Yeah, he may lose his day job. But I can guarantee he'll never complain.

You're going to love this guy.

Taking a darker turn, this scene sets the tone for the rest of the vid and is the first of THE FUCKTARD's three appearances.

THE FUCKTARD is the wild card as topmen TY ROBERTS and CHRISTIAN ROCK, who formed an undeniable bond with each other, team up to deliver a thorough, no-holds-barred pounding to CHRIS KOHL. Wrapped in a haze of pleasure, CHRIS beautifully and selflessly takes everything they can think of to give him, including a beer enema.

Then there's the sinister "suggestion" made by THE FUCKTARD, lost high and deep in his own ecstatic haze, that they "kill [CHRIS] and fuck his corpse"...

TY ROBERTS called me from a motel after picking up SUNNY. "This street whore wants $50. Pay him and I'll let you watch." I grabbed a camera and hightailed it to the motel.

Here's the result—crude and rough and real. Holding nothing back, TY shows no mercy--and SUNNY asks for none as he groans in pleasure and pain.

If THE FUCKTARD has limits, he hasn't found them yet. So when I told him that TRASHER bragged he could make anyone his slave, THE FUCKTARD took it as a challenge and a promise. Pushing back and testing the topman at every fucking turn, THE FUCKTARD makes TRASHER prove himself and earn the dominance he boasts of before submitting.

Ultimately, of course, TRASHER asserts himself, taking full control and living up to his name, choking and spitting on the bottom as he reams THE FUCKTARD's greedy li'l hole. And this crazy fuckslut clearly loves every second of it, even wistfully holding the sweaty sock TRASHER had used to gag him after the man has cum and gone.

The intensity in a room doesn't always translate on camera. This time it did. In fact, it was seeing the raw footage of this shoot that made the whole video come together in my head.

When they showed up together, T.I.M. exclusive ETHAN WOLFE was quiet and bruised while young LUKE BENNETT was sullen and silent. They obviously have a history together and there was something going on, but we never found out what.

Whatever it was, the session turned into what felt like a grudge fuck. Late in the shoot, we almost stopped it when ETHAN put a pillow over LUKE's head—we didn't want the kid to be suffocated.

(This shoot was the very first one Pony did for me, by the way. It was part of his interview, actually, and when I saw how he was handling his baptism by fire, I knew he was part of the T.I.M. family already.)

Like many men, PATRICK O'CONNOR is a huge fan of CHAD BROCK. When I told PATRICK I was setting him up with CHAD, the first thing he did was ask for a blindfold. It wasn't that he didn't want to see CHAD's face, he explained—he just didn't want to get so overwhelmed by who it was that he missed out on even the smallest sensation of what they were doing. "I want to be completely immersed," he said.

After choking on CHAD's cock during a slow, thorough, face-fucking deep throat, PATRICK moans and grunts with pleasure overload as he's fucked by CHAD's tongue, mammoth dick, and a dildo (in turn and together).

In the end, the wordless and breathless bottom expresses the depths of his appreciation the only way he can: by gratefully licking CHAD's spilled spooge from the floor.

This one is all about surrendering to mutual reverence and rapture, as JACK ALLEN worships JOHN DAHL's sweet, tight hole and JOHN worships JACK's thick, meaty cock.

As he did in the first scene, JOHN once again forms an immediate connection with the other man. This time both of them got so wrapped up in the experience, they lost all concept of time and space, coaxing multiple loads from one another as they fucked for hours.

For JACKSON TAYLOR, sex is a basic necessity as fundamental as breathing and eating: it sustains and nourishes him. When he asked me to come up with something special for him, I got together eight of the most impassioned and inexorable fuckers I know—JACK ALLEN, JERRY STEARNS, LITO CRUZ, JAMES ROSCOE, TY ROBERTS, NICK MORETTI, DEVLIN MICHAELS, and BLUE—and gave them orders to breed and seed this young buck in heat.

What started as a simple gangbang turned into a full, night-long odyssey for JACKSON. As he takes cock after cock and load after load, you can see him lose himself, giving up all conception of himself and time and space.

Afterwards he described the experience as an almost psychedelic high. The highlights of the night, which I'm giving you here, are the next best thing to being there.

NICK MORETTI, one of the topmen in JACKSON'S Saturday Night, called me up a couple of days after the shoot and said he wanted another shot at the kid, this time as a one-on-one. JACKSON was game and it was on.

Unlike the gangbang, where JACKSON's most profound relationship was with pleasure and sensory overload, he and NICK formed an instant connection. JACKSON is clearly engaged with the other man throughout their fuck session, whether NICK is kissing him, using a big black dildo to stretch his ass, or pounding the bottom's li'l hole with his engorged and rock-hard cock.

No matter how wild or nervous or just plain out of control men are, I've noticed they have a tendency to settle down with BJ SLATER. I wanted to see if this would hold for THE FUCKTARD, with his dark and almost feral edges, so I arranged for them to meet.

BJ is a big guy. Impressed by his massiveness, THE FUCKTARD accepted him right from the start, readily submitting himself to BJ's physical authority—and quietly but intensely getting off on it, too.