July 1999 Cover
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By
Giacomo Tramontagna
Stock: Released
Rating: 4 Stars
Falcon/Jocks Studios. Written and directed by Chi Chi LaRue. Videography by Max Phillips. Starring Gregor Yelson, Travis Wade, Karl Tenner, Ross Vincent, Thom Barron, Kevin Miles, Mitchell Stevens, Spike, Tyler Hill, Jens Hammer, Marcelo Reeves, Chris Rock, David Pierre, Vince Bandero, Lorenzo Donado, and Sebastian Rio.
How to order
Stock: Released, continuing and concluding the story begun in
Stock: Sentenced, equals and perhaps surpasses the first installment. The "stock" are grimy
workmen abducted and held in subterranean pens to satisfy the sexual whims of clean rich studs "Up Above." At the end of
Sentenced, the detainees were being prepped for
a party. That bash Up Above, which occupies half the running time of
Stock: Released, adds up to one of the best, most intricately orchestrated, carefully shot,
beautifully coherent group sex scenes ever assembled for video. This 14-man production number, in which stock, keepers and attendants converge in a sexual free-for-all, is
so potent that some viewers won't make it as far as the final segments-- they'll rerun this scene until the tape wears out.
The opening tour de force is such a tough act to follow that the two additional episodes are inevitably something of a letdown. At the end of the party, the
goateed, Mephistophelean jailer (Ross Vincent) is grabbed by rebellious stock, blindfolded, trussed up, and left to be fucked and fisted by Marcelo ("Suck my cock, you
peeg!") Reeves, who says he's a revolutionary who's been sent to merge Up Above with Down Below. An exquisite Latino model whose English needs work, Reeves is a
riveting sexual performer, but lacks the acting skill to be convincing as a drop-dead top.
Attentive viewers of Stock:
Sentenced won't be surprised by the revelation in
Stock: Released that this two-cassette phantasmagoria has been mostly the dream
of the jailer, though the cryptic ending leaves it up to the audience to decide the extent to which "reality" intrudes. In any case, Vincent, a dominant clean-freak, and
Kevin Miles, his dirt-prone Mr. Fixit boyfriend, come together in a finale that in most other contexts would be the high point. Under Chi Chi LaRue's uncanny direction,
they fuse love and lust ecstatically. Falcon's ace director John Rutherford worked closely with LaRue on this project; in legit film, an analogous collaboration would be
John Ford lending a hand to Howard Hawks.
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