As a veddy, veddy efficient Jeeves to a houseful of randy Bertie Woosters, the majordomo of the fictitious gay Shangri-la called Collingwood Manor gives a new meaning to the term "manservant." It's the kind of place where not only can you order up lube from room service, you can also count on the staff to apply it as needed, this resort makes other such destinations look like Holiday Inns. As the stiff-upper-lipped dude who is so good at his job that there seems to be no need for any other servants, Kent North goes from zero to 60 more than once as he morphs from proper to slutty, and he turns in a stunning finale performance.

The guests at the manor are, in a word, hot. The first couple to arrive, Jason Ridge and Matt Cole, are barely sent to their room before they are tearing at each other's clothes and diving into scintillating foreplay. They can't get rid of Kent fast enough (his tip will come later, apparently). Early on, the focus in on some tantalizing glimpses of studly Matt's edible butt as Jason reaches around and spreads his cheeks, and fulfilling my immediate wish by fading into a long, exquisite rimming sequence where Jason tongues that brown pucker until Matt squirms in agony. Jason and Matt bring realism to their performances as lovers, infusing the action with plenty of attention to each other, and the overall effect is that each guy seems to be more concerned about his partner's pleasure (or screen time) than his own. Jason goes down on Matt's rock-hard cock while once again splaying his cheeks apart, once more showing off his butthole, and then Jason gets behind Matt and fucks him hard. Throughout the flip-flop fuck that follows, Matt's puffy, pointy-at-the-tip nipples stand as much at attention as his cock, pointedly showing that he is turned on to the max. The scene ends with a beautiful pop shot from Jason, who blasts a huge load. Matt never misses a stroke throughout Jason's orgasm, and even as Jason is scooping up gobs of white stuff to taste, Matt is still pounding away at Jason's ass.

Meanwhile, at the manor's pool, Thom Barron and Robert Van Damme are sucking face so hot and heavy when Kent delivers their drinks that they almost but not quite miss the enticing sight of Alex Collack emerging wet and dreamy from the water. Although Robert and Thom express immediate interest in sampling some of Alex's other strokes, Alex begs off so that he can dry himself. Robert and Thom miss a great opportunity: I would have said, "Forget the towel, I'll dry you off with my tongue!" And I wouldn't even care that it was pool water. Anyway, the three-way that follows is a study in sexual versatility, and Thom and Alex, in particular, move happily from top to bottom with roles adeptly. The sight of these three uncut muscle hunks naked in the sun is enough to get my engine running, but watching them deliver expert oral action to each other, much of which is captured in tight close-up, is unforgettable. The scene also includes an eye-popping sidesaddle daisy-chain fuck, with lucky Thom in the middle, getting plowed by Robert while he slides his cock into Alex's hole, and it ends with an amazingly produced cum-shot, a rocket blast from Alex that erupts as he is impaled on Thom's cock.

Thom is joined by tattooed stud Nick Piston in delivering a couple of seemingly unrelated complaints to Kent about the service: one says he hasn't gotten enough fresh towels, the other that he was kept up all night by what sounded like a wild orgy (connect the dots, la la la la!). As he is nothing if not ready, willing, and able to keep his guests satisfied, Kent drops to his knees and takes Nick and Thom's cocks in his mouth, still dressed in full livery. "Masterpiece Theatre" was never like this. Thom possesses a prize-winning set of balls in addition to a thumper of an uncut cock, and they look even better when he's bent over, hanging below as he gets an attentive tag-team tongue-fucking from Kent and Nick. This gives way to Kent sliding his ass down on Nick's thick pole and riding it, and soon Thom moves behind the action and slides into Kent's hole alongside Nick, giving the stud a double-penetration that is fantastic. Kent, indeed, is extremely accommodating. Before they bid each other adieu, Nick gets his chance to feel Thom's uncut pole buried in his ass, and the finale has Kent kneeling between Thom and Nick, and by the time the action fades, Kent's torso is dripping with three big loads.

Even after that huge effort, Kent's day isn't done. Responding to a call, he attends next to the needs of guests Arpad Miklos and Duke Michaels. Arpad and Duke get warmed up with side-by-side wanks, so they are both hugely erect when Kent enters, proffering a bottle of lube on a silver platter. Of course, as it turns out his guests intend to use his services for more than just delivery, and once again Kent happily complies, face-fucking smoothly muscled Buck while hairy stud Arpad gives him the frottage treatment from behind. Turns out Duke is smooth everywhere, a fact that becomes evident when Kent dives between his widespread legs for an expert rim. Kent's rear gets invaded by Arpad's long saber from behind next, and as the camera sweeps in from below the action, we get a mouthwatering view of Kent's sheathed hardon, his tight foreskin completely covering the head of his meat. Duke sits on Arpad and rides him to climax, and Arpad's jets of cum fly everywhere when he pulls out and loses it. Then Kent holds Duke's head in place, giving him a facial, followed by Duke's ropy strands of cum spewing and catching in Arpad's thick nest of dark chest hair.

After catering to his guests' whims, Kent North deserves some "me" time. Tsk-tsking over a towel a guest has carelessly left behind on a pool lounge, Kent discovers two enormous ass toys hiding under the terrycloth. The finale, Kent's plundering of his own ass makes for riveting viewing, not only because he has a very pretty backside, but also because it has a near-limitless load capacity. Kent loosens up his chute with a couple of well-lubed hands as he perches on the chaise lounge, but it doesn't take much warm-up before he's ready to slide in a huge rubber cock, which he takes without any difficulty. As large as the dildo is, it pales in comparison to the other toy, a huge red assplug that looks quite prohibitive, but which Kent also manages to slam inside himself -- all of it -- without a whimper. Kent's superb performance shows him impaling himself on the red rubber toy from behind, and just as he almost reaches bottom, he gives his hips a tiny shake from side to side, fitting the rest of it in easily (hey, I thought that was my move!). The red toy still lodged deep in his hole, Kent reclines on the lounge and strokes his cock until it explodes with cum, a well-deserved reward for all his, ahem, hard work.

DVD features: Chapters; cum-shots chapter; fuck compilation; gallery; trailers; and no regional coding (playable worldwide).

A DVD Review by Martin Cox

The setting for Hot House Entertainment's latest release, At Your Service, is a gay resort not likely to be found anywhere except in masturbatory fantasies, a resort where both the guests and the staff are exceptionally well built, well hung and well versed in the arts of mansex. Under the assured hand of master director Steven Scarborough, nine hunky satyrs on holiday prance through five sex scenes, all of which are feverishly performed and vibrantly lensed. Recreational sex has rarely seemed so alluring.

Holding sway over the proceedings is the concierge of the place, played by a new Hot House exclusive, Kent North, whose cameragenic radiance, superb physique, sturdy erection, instinctive sexual abandon and assured dramatic skills make him the unquestionable star of the film. He is a solid screen presence. His thick neck, firm jaw, square face and buzz cut suggest he might well be an ex-marine now planted in suburbia with a wife and two kids, a job as an up-and-coming junior executive and a great future as a popular political candidate. In short, he is mainstream butch. That is why it is such a glorious surprise to discover that he is one of the great power bottoms to come down the pike in recent years. He is first seen donning his uniform (white dress shirt, black tie and pants and silver vest) to prepare for the first guests of the day. When he greets them, however, his words clip the air in a veddy crisp British accent that immediately conjures up memories of such perfect manservants as John Gielgud in Arthur.

The first guests are a pair of lovers, raven-haired Matt Cole and crewcut Jason Ridge. He takes them to their room, suggests that if they should need anything, "Just ring. I am at your service," and leaves them to hurtle into a maelstrom of kissing and clutching that soon finds Cole face down on the bed, ass in the air and Ridge following his own spastic tongue into his partner's unshaved hole. In time, the writhing rimming segues into reciprocal blow jobs. Both seem to be cock-starved; each has a rampant, oversized staff twitching to be sucked; and both seem to know exactly how to please each other. It's not long, of course, before Cole is demanding that Ridge "give it to me!" And, of course, Ridge does, doggie style -- sliding into him like a knife through warm butter. When it comes time to shift roles, Cole opts to top Ridge missionary style, and both prove equally adept in either role. Later, when Cole groans, "I want to fuck the cum out of you," Ridge almost instantly obliges with geysers of spooge as he is being deep-drilled. That prompts Cole to drop his load too, and the scene ends in a bouquet of tender kisses.

The second scene takes place poolside where another pair of fuck buddies (tall, well-defined Robert Van Damme and veteran, sandy-haired Thom Barron) are making out as the unflappable North serves them drinks and leaves. In a trice, another dirty blond (Alex Collack, with moustache and goatee) crawls out of the pool, shucks his trunks and languidly dries off for their benefit. Needless to say, they respond by inviting him to join in the matinee revelries. First Barron and Collack take turns sucking Van Damme, who should be crowned Perfect Pecs Poster Boy and who soon manages to get in his fair share of licks before they shift to rimming and fucking. The scene shimmers with kissing, tit-play and face-fucking, but Collack -- whose performance suggests he never met a cock he couldn't swallow whole -- monopolizes the viewer's attention. The anal action is equally arousing -- both Barron and Collack demonstrate their versatility in any number of positions -- but the apex of the scene is a perfectly executed, scissors position sandwich: Van Damme into Barron into Collack. The money shots are copious too.

In the third episode, set in a picturesque walkway, Barron returns, this time with the elaborately tattooed Nick Piston to register their complaints with the management -- not enough towels and too much noise in the next room -- and North is quick to point out that "our standards here are exemplary. How can I make it up to you?" Now, if that isn't a cue for passion, what is? In a whisk, North is on his knees, and at last we see him in action. Here, he reveals his exquisitely gym-built physique (complete with an oversized, airborne erection) and proves to be a supremely accomplished cocksucker, swallowing whole both guests' rock-hard, veiny erections with ease. Piston and Barron are also no slouches in the this department, and the oral action is first-rate throughout. As arousing as this is, however, the interplay soars even higher when they get to the fucking, the highlights of which are a double penetration (Barron and Piston into North), North's impaling of himself all the way to Piston's pelvic bone and then grinding and wiggling to savor every last inch, Barron's standing doggie invasion of Piston, who deep-throats North simultaneously, and the trio of outstanding money shots that conclude the scene.

North is also the focus of the fourth scene, which begins with hairy Arpad Miklos and smooth Duke Michaels indulging themselves in a leisurely afternoon stroke session. (They take turns manhandling themselves and each other.) When they run out of lube, they call room service, and North is instantly on the scene to serve up a bottle of lubricant on a silver platter and graciously grease up both waiting erections. Within seconds, the guests are undressing him and salivating over the three equally upright cocks in, on and around an oversized wicker chair that nearly becomes part of the action. Michaels, like most of the other cast members, has a gift for deep-throating that comes close to matching North's. Eventually, they adjourn to a bed, where Miklos reaffirms his top man credentials by plowing first into North doggie style, then Michaels in a speedy lap fuck. All three are glistening with sweat by the time everyone drops his load.

Surprisingly, At Your Service ends with a solo scene, but the sexual heat in no way diminishes, for it features North again. On the patio, he is straightening up when he discovers a pair of huge dildos stowed under a beach towel. Each is both long and thick; one is a creamy ivory, the other a fire engine red. Yielding to their lure, he disrobes and begins to loosen himself up with a bravura turn of butt play, in no time working four fingers into his juicy pink crater. That's when he reaches for the ivory dildo. It appears to be about a foot long, and he has little trouble accommodating it, first in doggie position and then sitting on it, but what makes the scene special is the way in which he shares the experience with the camera (and therefore the viewer). When the first dildo does not satiate him, he replaces it with the red, ribbed dildo, which is even longer and thicker. It is only then that he finally brings himself, ambidextrously, to a convulsive climax.

As it stands, At Your Service finds Mr. Scarborough at the top of his form. The film might ultimately have been better served and the impact of Mr. North's performance enhanced had one of his scenes been placed earlier in the film, but that is a minor quibble. The production is terrific, and so is Mr. North as the perfect gentleman's gentleman.

- Jerry Douglas