Himself a painted paragon of tattooed studliness, model-director Jake Deckard takes a spin with the tattoo fetish, but in typical Raging Stallion fashion, he's given free reign to go at it wildly. Wonderfully familiar faces like Cory Koons and Steve Cruz populate the excellent action, but for pure ink, Logan McCree is the "wild" I just mentioned (well, the humping itself is wild, but we'll get there). This guy is tattooed all over and he's gorgeous. But, he's not merely art to be admired, no posing pretty boy who can flex muscles to make the tattoos dance. This guy is a demon when he's having sex. Logan himself is a walking advertisement for inking!

We start with Logan McCree. In the first scene, he's the proprietor of a tattoo parlor. With his shirt on, he already has more ink than the Constitution. Though he sports a very buzzed amount of hair, the tattoos run up into his head, even down to his brows. They swirl in dizzying patterns around his chest, shoulders and arms. This man is serious! In comes customer Steve Cruz. I can't think of too many times Steve Cruz isn't the hottest guy in a scene for his easygoing good looks, fuzzy delicious body and elegant-yet-brutish demeanor. This match-up is destined to be hot. Steve is looking to add some body work, and he finds himself fascinated in Logan's personal work. Eyes wide open, Steve drips sex appeal as he flirts with Logan (he has to remove his shirt to show Logan his current tattoo, natch), but Logan doesn't mind whipping off the trappings, showing off and explaining the angel covering his entire torso. Down to his jockstrap, showing off the tattoos extending to his toes, Logan takes Steve to the back room to show that the ink has even found its way to his cock, a glamorous uncut piece in itself. Sexy Steve is on his knees in no time, lapping his tongue around this marvelous piece of art, finding that Logan's lips and tongue have spice of their own. The kissing section is scorching and then Steve finally settles on a full blowjob. Logan's cock slips down his throat with utter ease, Steve bopping all around and chugging stylishly. Logan is definitely the hook here, the "Ink Storm" of the title, but Steve isn't about to let someone else's body work steal the scene. His spit-filled sucking is superb. Logan goes down on Steve, also able to gulp completely, keeping his fingers working Steve's nipples as he works. It's as perfect a blowjob as the one he just got, giving the scene the fire I suspected it might just from their dialogue! Steve returns to his devilish best when he rims and fingers Logan, mixing it all up with more sucking. His face seems all over the whole region at once. However, his wetting was just pure fun because it's Steve who gets plowed by the thrusting canvas named Logan. Steve is an empty four-lane highway for Logan, who just slams at him with lusty full strokes, blasting all the way in and digging deep. Steve's furry butt doesn't mind and Steve himself coos in adoration the whole time. The intense look Logan wears is real, and the connection here makes their fucking, already technically superb, so exciting. There's even some breathless spitting going on between these two to further the heft. Logan gets a luxurious amount of time to split Steve in various rhythms, the latter clearly pushing his top to bigger and better fucking. Their time together ends with Steve jamming a finger into Logan's ass to get him to cum and then shooting his own load on Logan's abs. The last sounds are those of exhaustion, and damn, did those boys earn it!

So, Logan McCree is already proof that director Jake Deckard wants "Ink Storm" to be outrageous. But, he sends us into a land far over the top with the second scene, where beefy leather-wearing Montaz Morgan is getting a tattoo. Live. Yeah, yeah, I know. You've seen that before in porn. But on someone's cock? As the artist drills his needle, not treating the fattening dick as a sex object, Montaz, already heavily inked, doesn't seem to so much as wince, which makes this scene even more exotic. Yes, he's breathing heavily, but it seems to come from pleasure. He has the look of one getting his dick sucked instead of jammed with a needle. The top and underside of Montaz's cock are done with painstaking detail by the artist, though Montaz manages to get himself harder and harder as it continues. I wonder if that helps in the process. The camera is in very close as the artist colors in flames that now spiral all over Montaz's cock. With the tattooing done, Montaz puts in his Prince Albert piercing and jacks himself off. Geez, how do you spend the rest of THAT night? A few hours brawling with the Hell's Angels seems suddenly tame.

Tattooing fantasies don't live in just the parlors in "Ink Storm." Heavily done Ricky Sinz is a bartender, a rough macho looking smooth guy who is alone in the bar with Tamas Esterhazy. They both smoke, staring at each other in silence. These guys are very butch, not even bothering with any word games. They seem more likely to burn each other with their ciggy butts than swap "Ugly Betty" gossip. When Tamas heads into the darkly-lit bathroom, Ricky and his cigarette follow, but still Tamas doesn't take the bait. Ricky has to aggressively go over to him back at the bar and attach his face to Tamas' nipples to get it started. Lanky Tamas, with a slight bearded, is of course inked grandly too, but Ricky wants control of this scene. Tamas doesn't exactly argue, instead getting down in the grime on the floor to give Ricky a heated blowjob. Tamas is always so dependable, an absolute ace with the mouth, keeping Ricky's very hard cock in that constant state. Hell, Tamas can take all of Ricky's dick and his balls at the same time. Ricky has a very interesting spider web tattoo dead center on his torso, and Tamas reaches for it during his sucking as if trying to be part of the web. The camera does a wonderful job of touring Ricky's body to show off all of his ink, but it doesn't neglect the sex. Tamas' beaut of a blowjob turns into Ricky fucking him, those colorful tattoos suddenly coming alive as he beats Tamas hard with a sprinting fuck. Ricky likes to stay buried inside Tamas so he can just jab at him, and it keeps Tamas hard and interested. "Beat my chest," Ricky roars to his bottom, that testosterone still surging through them. Tamas isn't as much into the grunting aspect of the scene, but he lets Ricky have his way with his ass in whatever manner he wants. Their long-lasting fuck goes doggy at one point, but this position finds them a bit deflated. Ricky has lost his fun growling to porn star oohing and aahing, but he keeps on fuckin' and Tamas has an ass that never cries uncle. Both end up with nice cum splatters.

We're back into overdrive when Jake makes an appearance in the movie. Jake is He-Man himself, a giant romping around the Lilliputians who end up as his costars. However, he pairs himself with Logan, who adds to the dream-like mood of the scene by baring his fangs (yes, he has two teeth honed down to fangs) and aiming for Jake's slumbering neck. Instead of biting him, Logan actually pats and paws at Jake, who is in no worry to wake up. Logan has to noisily frighten him to get his eyes open, but once Jake sees the inked angels and all of that, he is happy to have Logan work his chest and armpits. Snarling Logan isn't asking Jake to do anything but be licked and worshipped. Not yet, at least. Logan soon has his cock out, and though he gives if a few test plows down Jake's throat, he actually delivers the first full-tilt blowjob, burying his face in Jake's pubes as he deep-throats from the onset. Logan has lost none of his Vampiric lust, but he's able to re-channel it. He then decides it's time to make Jake work, so he pushes his dick into Jake's face and keeps it filled, always in charge of the action. Jake slips his tongue between Logan's asscheeks for a lapping peppy rimjob, with Logan's tattooed asscheeks looking beautifully muscular around Jake's tongue. Excitable Logan bounces up and down on Jake's tongue as the latter pumps his own cock to keep it ready for Logan. A thrilling 69 finds both of these titans going at it with verve. Logan keeps that deep-throat going whenever his mouth is open and Jake has no problem taking Logan all the way either. Giving Logan a rest, Jake flips him onto his stomach so he can continue to play around at his ass. Jake then takes on the passion of a hungry wild animal as he makes a meal out of Logan's butt, a rimming so audacious that Logan can't actually stay flat, instead writhing around as he receives it. It's laid the groundwork for one of Jake's amazing fucks, but the rimjob was a full act in itself. Logan as a bottom is just as vivacious as Logan as a top. Sitting up with Jake fully inside him (and that's a lot of cock) so he can reach back at Jake, or pushed to the bed by his top, he's always energetic and always moving around. The scamp is continually trying to steal the scene. Jake finally pins him down on his back and exerts full force with a statuesque masculine fuck. Logan then eats Jake's captive ass with his now-unstoppable brio before fingering Jake nastily with half a hand. After teasing the hell out of Jake's hole with his cockhead, Logan finally gets to insert the damn thing into Jake and fuck him. It takes someone really devoted to pummel Jake Deckard, and Logan explodes from the start, lurching forward with steam that should have been long gone, slapping at Jake's chest and thrusting so hard only the wall stops them from being pushed outside of the bedroom. After Logan fucks Jake, Jake returns to pounding Logan, but only long enough to get Logan to shoot. After Jake finishes, the two crumple in a heap, and they should get an extra long nap after that display of firepower.

In another tattoo parlor, Cory Koons, colorfully tattooed around his small lean body, goes into a tattoo parlor where he's literally swept off his feet by Tober Brandt, another unyielding performer with a flair for howling melo-porn (pardon the word-invention -- you know, melodramatic porn, but without actual drama). Beefy hairy Tober stuffs Cory into his crotch where Cory comfortably sucks him, and there is a great sense of fun. Their undressing section, while still trying to remain kissing, is a treat. Cory then crawls up Tober's body, plants his legs on Tober's chest and feeds him cock. This giggly position works in reverse so that Tober can eat Cory's ass, and Cory can blow Tober at the same time. This 69 finds these two workaholics at their best, even if Cory has to stop blowing Tober now and then to actually enjoy the sizzling rimming going on at his ass. But, Cory gets some solo time to devour Tober, stretching his mouth wide to take in the whole cock. They aren't happy unless Cory is gagging. Cory shines during this section, working so ferociously hard with this very difficult deep throat, totally nailing it over and over. Cory only gets reclining time in the chair when Tober fucks him. The piercing halfway between Tober's balls and ass hole twinkles as he slashes in and out of Cory's hairless butt. He plugs himself in as fully as Cory took him orally, maniacally. From the front, there's more twinkling from Tober's pierced nipples and navel, as well as Cory's Prince Albert. Bejeweled through they are, they are sex freaks first, and Tober rams the heck out of Cory. Cory is able to keep up with Tober's insane antics, and they do a lot of heavy fucking in a very little space. Oh, and if you're a 70s gym sock fetishist, you'll be happy to know Cory keeps his on during the entire scene. The excitement officially ends with a cum shot from each guy, but somehow I don't think either is completely depleted yet.

I've never denied my love for porn tattoos, but the ink visuals can only go so far in a fuck flick. There's only so much posing and strutting that can occur before it's time to move on. What makes "Ink Storm" so magnificent is that it knows how to move on. Logan McCree is a total find because of his absolute sluttish lust. He could be completely clear of any body art and still be just as exciting because of what he can do.

DVD features (2-disc): Chapters; widescreen; high-definition master; disc 2 "Inkt Boyz"(scenes from "Pokin' in the Boyz Room," "Sexpack 2," Sexpack Four," "Sexpack 7" and "Sexpack 8"); trailers ("Mirage," "Erotikus" and "Playback"); and no regional coding (playable worldwide).

A DVD Review by Brent Blue