What happens when a porn director has apparent fantasies of his own that only he can fulfill? In the case of Drew Warner and this worthy sequel, he plays them out himself. And much to the fantastic delight of viewers, it works. He turns out to be a heck of a front-of-camera personality. However, he has a bunch of solid performers surrounding him, game players who forge steam from everything from solos to hardcore pain.

The first scene starts out mid-suck, with tall tattooed swarthy hottie Kyle Richards blown by Drew Warner, a cute handsome excitable guy. Both are in leather and the scene benefits from being shot completely in black-and-white, perfect for the seedy late-night feeling it wants. Drew, sporting a tongue piercing he obviously knows how to exploit, is presented with quite a massive piece from Kyle. Bound at the bottom by a large metal cockring, Kyle is about as hard and straight as dicks gets, which leaves Drew plenty to play with. So, Drew bounds around with a very aggressive blowjob, managing as many girth inches of Kyle's cock as he can. As for the piercing, it happens to match the chain-link leash around Drew's neck, which Kyle wraps around his own dick, still leaving many inches available for blowing. Kyle then bends Drew over and rips through his jeans to get to his ass. The pert ass seems well-suited for disappearing fingers, and also tongues needing somewhere to burrow. Kyle almost loses his in there, making for spectacular rimming. Look at Kyle parting the cheeks and digging deeply into the ass. After tons of this hot teasing, Drew is placed more comfortably in the sling and Kyle sends in canary of cocks, a great black dildo from an arsenal he's keeping in a toilet. This not-small piece slides right up the deep hole with no problem whatsoever, like it was grooved to fit. A basic in-and-out motion is quite impressive with the ease Drew can take a large piece of rubber. But, they need something more "extreme," as Kyle calls it. What can follow a big dildo but a bigger dildo? The second one achieves exactly the same as the first, just bigger, and then a plug is fit in snug as a bug. Now we have width added to length in describing how incredibly stretched Drew's ass can get. Kyle makes Drew hold it in there for a while, which throws muscle control into that mix. Finally, Drew is turned over in the sling and gets the real dick. The insertion is shown in extreme close-up with the chains noisily jangling around them and proving the heaving force these two achieve immediately into it. Kyle is almost angrily forceful, and Drew is magnificently in tune with that. Put it this way: there is a point where Kyle starts to fuck Drew handlessly, with full in-and-out shots, by merely pulling on the chains. Drew slides right on and off the cock as if he has magnets for it places inside his ass. It's a ferocious show of ability. This is shown from every possible angle, excellent in all. The action doesn't end until Drew has a gigantic shot and Kyle has a fine one after that.

The next scene is in color (as is the rest of the video). Adorable shaved-headed Brit boy Ben Ashton is tied to a bed by his hands and legs, and blindfolded. For the first few moments, we watch his muscles dance as he tries to free himself of the confines. In bounds muscular hulk Robert Harvey, who grabs Ben by the groin and starts to lick his nipples. Ben has a fist-sized uncut cock and Robert keeps hold of it throughout the entire first part of the scene. Now why the heck is Ben begging Robert not to hurt him when all Robert is doing is licking and touching? Okay, so he does smack the cockhead a little, but in between kisses. Robert tries to make Ben cum early, and when it thankfully doesn't work, he slaps some clothespins onto his nipples, balls and stomach. Ben's sexy whimpers remain constant even through Robert's eager pulling and prodding. At one point, Ben asks for the pins to be taken off his nipples and sweet Robert not only removes them but treats the tender skin to a lot of oral worship. Robert finally gets the cum-shot from his littler companion that he wanted, but Ben still wants to be fucked after it. So, plucky Ben is rewarded for his bravery with Robert's meaty cock, which he sucks like a glutton at an overturned bakery truck. It's a very wanton suck, but also pleasant, almost delivered with a smile. After some of that, Robert spins Ben onto all-fours and slaps his ass into redness, peppered with some jabbing fingers and a lavishing amount of rimming. The ass is a wonder, a really beautiful set of orbs over a deep hole. Finally, Ben gets the fuck he wanted, and Robert is anything but gentle. They grind a slap against each other maniacally, but it's short-lived before Robert cums on Ben's ass and gets his good soldier to finish yet another round.

The third scene is a locker room solo with the dependable Sean Storm, looking darker and beefier here. What separates Sean's work here from so many solos is his devotion to the camera. He talks to the viewer the whole time, narrating his work and making sure to rarely lose eye contact. He flits insatiably before he even takes his pants off, and when he does, it's to reveal a jockstrap. "Oh, this is gonna be fun," he coos. When it's finally revealed, we find Sean to have a giant pole of a cock, which he strokes perfectly, without lube! In fact, Sean has a whooping good time jacking himself off, and without losing himself in self-pleasure. He remains devoted to the viewer. He licks a finger and slips it into his ass, telling us teasingly that "I need it baaaad." He then tears off his jock and stuffs it in his mouth so the camera can come in really close to his already-ready butt. He turns his back to the camera, showing how many fingers he can get up his own ass at once. It's a deep deep chasm. After dazzling thus for a while, he admits, "yeah, I think it's time" and grabs a surprisingly large dildo. It's not surprise, however, that he fits his ass perfectly onto it, riding it vehemently and with nary a complaint to be heard. Don't forget speed, he's got plenty of that to spare. Noting that "sometimes bigger is better," Sean then shoves a dildo double the size of the last one onto the wall and into himself. The sight of him nearly slapping backwards against the wall is worth the whole video. Size apparently means nothing to an expert like this. Sean ends his excellent scene by cumming into his own mouth.

Drew Warner returns for the last scene, but as an alter-ego to the performer in the first scene. Instead of being the pig bottom in leather, he's a uniformed maintenance man, a passionate grunting topman with Bret Wolfe equaling him in bottoming abilities. We start off in a supply room basement where these two make out like madmen. Drew and his piercing go digging for gold in taut compact dark Bret before Bret takes just a second to suck the head of Drew's cock. But, back in the hardcore focus of this video's world, Drew fits some clothespins onto aching wanting Bret's nipples. Mixing sugar with that spice, Drew strokes their cocks together. We didn't really see Drew's cock much in the first scene, and thankfully that error is corrected here. As for Bret, if he ever gives up his bottoming chores, guys would be lining up to try his thick uncut piece. Bret, still pinned, dives into a rabid gagging blowjob, literally seeming possessed by the thought of taking on this delicious cock. Drew then eats Bret's tasty looking ass for a while. He does manage to get in a few dry fingers, but it's the eating, and the flashing of that piercing for the camera, that works best to watch and make Bret go wildest. In perhaps the most hardcore sequence of the video, Drew turns a standard blowjob into an exercise in tolerance as he bites onto Bret's foreskin and pulls it in every direction. It's a very tense few moments, and one that works so well because of that tension. Throughout this scene, Bret couldn't be any clearer in demanding to be fucked, so finally Drew takes the opportunity to slam one into the waiting partner. And again, we dispense with all anal niceties. Drew starts off pummeling him generously and never really steps back from that stance. Hey, why not? Bret allows him all the way into his ass and since he can take it so exceedingly well, why shouldn't Drew give it all he's got? Ever the director, Drew makes sure to pull out a few times so the camera can see just how far stretched out Bret's ass has gotten. Drew has a very very strong cum-shot on Bret's face, the kind of thing that can poke an eye out, and then Bret ends the video with a fine one of his own.

"Open Trench II" has the subtitle of "Fuck Fantasies." It's never really explained whose fantasies those are, but I think they've hit a few of mine. In a video that aims to be a fantasy for everyone, it really does open itself up amiably to a large audience. The solo scene puts those perhaps ill-at-ease with some of the other moments into a nice comfortable place, and the bookend scenes give us something a little more hardcore. Even the bondage scene has a friendly open quality to it, with the aggressor being so kind and loving toward the captive. Thus, all of "Open Trench II" is appealing -- with action as good as what is on display here, I can hardly wait for "Open Trench III."

A Video Review by Brent Blue

This ain't your father's Industrial Revolution.

There's definitely a reopening of the age-old man-versus-machine battle in this aptly titled effort. In this case, one has to wonder whether it's better to get fucked by a non-stop dildo machine or a real man? When each is doing the work here, you may find yourself thinking of a winner, but wait a few moments before deciding. Actually, I waited through the whole thing without coming to any conclusion. The end result is a hot series of fucks, no matter whether the top was born or built.

In the first scene, the thematic argument is presented to us with both options one after another. The action starts with Dixon Scott, a cute dark hairy guy wearing a knit cap, getting fucked relentlessly by this machine. The machine in question sounds something like a buzz saw, with a piston that finds itself tipped with a large wide dildo. The ceaseless energy is something no human could match, and if greased every so often, it doesn't need to be fed either. It's capable of changing speeds and really punch-fucking deeply, provided it has an ass as willing as Dixon's. Watching all of this is Ollie Kicks, a handsome muscular wiry guy with tattoos all over his back. If you thought there was no need for human partners with this machine, just remember that you can't salivate for metal the way you can for a dreamboat like Ollie. While the fucking continues, Dixon deep-throats Ollie, who is controlling the speed of the dildo for his partner. A face full of Ollie and playing with a clean machine provides a damn pretty picture. Dixon is then turned around so that he blows the dildo with Ollie now playing with his ass. Ollie fucks him and for a moment the argument becomes moot. Man has to be better. Just look at the power Ollie shows, the crashing together of two masculine bodies, the heat of Ollie's determination. Can you get that from a piston and a piece of rubber? Plus, Ollie sprays a load all over the dildo and Dixon's face, and that's the clincher. Dixon stuffs the wet cock and dildo BOTH down his throat before getting off a bounder of his own.

For the next vignette, we are presented with the argument in a different way, this time without the man in the equation. If a machine can't equal the passion of a man, when there is no man around, the machine comes in awfully handy. Roman Gabriel, a thick muscular hottie with such chewy lips (on the box cover), spends the entire scene getting plugged the by tireless machine (we must remember to ask director Drew Warner if he has named this machine, it seems only fair). With the sounds left in, you can hear the grind of the gears as the dick pumps its way into Roman's waiting ass, he with his cock hard and his eyes closed in lust. Roman plays with the controls himself, which means he can ratchet up the speed in order to prove to the viewer just how capable his ass is. The wheels spin and Roman takes whatever speed he wants. After a while of increased speed, Roman gives his stretched ass a break with some sensually slower speed, but he has never stopped the machine. Could a man go this long without a break? Roman's stamina is to be admired. Even after the cums, the machine still doesn't stop and continues whirring as the scene fades out.

The most clever scene presents our main theme in the guise of fantasy versus reality. In black-and-white, we see solidly built hairy Dakota Phillips giving the machine head, this time fitted with a black dildo. He opens wide for this inanimate object, perhaps wasting a fine blowjob on it. Suddenly, in living color, Jack Simmons appears where the dildo used to be and is the lucky recipient of Dakota's hard work. Dakota works like a pro with lots of moisture and even more intent. Plus, the dildo can hardly moan in the sexy cooing way the super sexy Jack Simmons can, right? Back in black-and-white, Dakota gets fucked by the machine, but this fit isn't quite as comfortable as the others. You can see Dakota's body pushed by the dildo, which can't navigate the friction of a normal ass the way a human could. Or, the way Jack Simmons does back in the universe of color. Jack is a wild man, making sure to squirm deep into Dakota's tight butt so that his entire mammoth dick fits. Jack has a way of changing speeds at whim, along with power, that makes him so sexy. I think perhaps the winner of the argument in this scene is rather obvious, not only through the bland black-and-white versus color, but because Dakota seems to be enjoying himself a whole lot more with porn vet Jack to help. Dakota cums first for Jack, who is still fucking him, and then Jack shoots all over Dakota's body. Dakota does cum for the machine, which of course can't volley back.

So, can man and machine work in tandem for the purpose of pleasure? That would be the best answer to this quest. At the start of the final scene, the dildo is doing its thing into Drew Warner's ass with bald masculine Mitch Cole helping out, mainly by looking as sexy in a harness and jeans as Drew does in chaps, a vest and a well-oiled dildo machine. Mitch watches with anticipation, even sticking his finger in at one point. Mitch helps the machine go in by spreading Drew's cheeks wide apart, or holding onto the pole as if he's in charge of the motion. Mitch does have some control, since he's in charge of the speed, and he makes Drew take it the fastest its gone yet. Drew doesn't get a break, but it doesn't look like he needs one, beautifully handling any speed. There are times this scene could use some trimming as there isn't a whole lot for Mitch to do initially, but soon enough, Mitch is in front of Drew, his cock providing a mouthful of what Drew is also getting up the butt. Drew's tongue-piercing flashing, he has a grand time deep-throating Mitch's dick. Though the blowing becomes the center of the scene, you always hear the grinding of the machine in the background, so you know that Drew's sprightly blowjob is being egged on by the constant fucking he's also getting. Since the dildo shows no signs of stopping, Mitch stops it himself and takes its place in Drew's ass for an impassioned fuck, which finds Mitch riding Drew far more furiously than even the dildo at its breakneck pace. Taking a break, Mitch revs up the machine for another trip inside Drew. Just watching this gets Mitch to squirt on Drew's ass, followed by a juicy spray from Drew.

Yeah, so how come the machine doesn't get top billing (or any billing) here? It's in every scene and it does damn good work. It's tireless and always watchable. It's a great contraption for the always-horny to have in the basement somewhere, and it makes for a unique scene partner. Of course, so do the men. You can't have the scenes without them. Those getting plugged by the machine are brave troupers and the ones who provide the alternative dicks every bit as sexy.

I guess the question goes unanswered for now ...

A Video Review by Brent Blue

Producer/Director Drew Warner has always had an eye for what we like on the screen, capturing in fine detail the men of our fantasies. In this latest release, Warner becomes one of those men and flaunts his versatility in his hardcore onscreen debut.

Kyle Richards' throbbing, uncut rod couldn't be any harder, cleanly shaven all the way down to the balls and glistening from Warner's wet mouth. The entire scene is shot in black and white and features Richards in leather harness commanding a collared and chained Warner to "suck that dick... make it nice and hard." Warner is a more than able cocksucker, and his pierced tongue is a sexy addition to the scene. Richards rips the ass out of Warner's jeans and violates his tender chute with his tongue. With Warner bent over a sling, Richards plugs his hole with a large assortment of thick dilrods. Warner has a decent cock, which stays hard during the scene, but it's his round, firm buttocks that steal the show, especially when Richards starts rattling the chains of the sling and provides some of the best insertion shots on video. Nothing seems to make Richards' boner droop, and the result - thanks to great natural sound - is a juicy missionary sling-fuck that ends in a gusher for Warner and an equally projectile load of creamed beef for Richards.

I'm a sucker for an English accent (pun intended), and when hunky Brit rugby daddy Robert Harvey makes his demands to buzz cut Brit boy Ben Ashton, Ashton says shit like, "Please, sir, don't clamp my nipples," and it rings out like Oliver Twist. Harvey grabs the blindfolded hottie by the groin and licks his nipples as Ashton struggles against the restraints that have him tied to the bed. A few clothespins here and there get Ashton primed for action as Harvey teases him with his tongue and eventually commands a load from the boy. Harvey releases the boy from his restraints, and Ashton silently smokes Harvey's uncut, seven inch wanker. Harvey eventually flips the boy over and splits his milky white buns with his hot tongue. Harvey slaps Ashton's buttcheeks a rosey pink and fingers his wet hole before plugging him with his meatstick and plopping a thick wad of plum pudding onto Ashton's back. Ashton jacks another bit of gravy onto his own slightly fuzzy, taut tummy.

Fans of cutie Sean Storm will be pleased by his solo performance here. Even at age 28, (according to his escort bio) Storm still exudes a barely legal youthful quality as he purrs to the camera and doffs his football pants to reveal his wide-strap jock and his tight bubble butt. "This is gonna be fun," he promises as he runs his hands up and down his nicely toned, 5'4", 120-pound frame, with just a hint of happy trail on his belly. Storm greases his pole as he plays fully to the viewer here, whether he's eating his jock spreading his tight hole fully to center screen. "These need to go into my ass right now," Storm says, as he fingers his rocket and plugs his hole with missile-shaped black dildos from numerous angles over the next several minutes. Storm ends the scene with his signature legs over head and jacking his six-incher into a froth into his open mouth.

Director Warner returns for the final scene, wrapping up this fantasy session with a uniformed flip-flop from his earlier bottom role, taking top duties here as he performs maintenance on humpy little bottom boy Bret Wolfe. Wolfe's uncut 7.5-inch rod drips as Warner applies the clothespins to Wolfe's nipples. We see plenty of Warner's bone as he commands Wolfe to "gag on it," which Wolfe does numerous times. Warner pries open Wolfe's tight hole with his tongue and fingers as he lightly slaps Wolfe's jock-strapped ass. Warner gleefully - almost brutally - chews on Wolfe's dick curtain like a happy dog with a rawhide chew toy. Wolfe begs to be fucked, and Warner directs himself into a missionary fuck, complete with multiple angles, hot natural sound and plenty of close-up insertion shots. (It's good to be the director.) Warner gets some tight shots of Wolfe's blooming butt-flower as he prods it repeatedly with a black rubber assplug. Warner shoots a powerhouse "first load of the day" wallop all over Wolfe's face, and Wolfe spills his ample load onto the floor.

- Harry Bayer