Steve Hammond in “The Pledge Masters” from 1988…
Plus the associated write up in “Manshots”
![Hammond's punishment of Gregory for impersonating that upperclassman. Gregory, always a dependable per- former, here outdoes himself, effortlessly deep-throating and hungrily rimming Ham- mond, before taking him anally in a variety of posi- tions and delivering several money shots-all the while dropping such verbal gems as "I want it deep, Sir" or "I need it harder, Sir." And the final freeze frame of his triumphant countenance is inspired erotic filmmaking. As with most Falcon films, The Pledge Masters is elabo-
rately produced, astutely di-
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rected, perfectly cast, and enterprisingly performed - but what sets The Pledge Masters apart (even from other Falcon works) is the in- sight that has gone into this study of power and control in man-to-man coupling. The Pledge Masters won't mere- ly get you off- it will fuck your mind as well. [J.D.]
THE PLEDGE MASTERS is avail- able from Falcon Studios, P.O. Box 750, San Francisco, CA 94101 for $59.50 plus $3.50 postage and han- dling. Visa and MasterCard accepted. Specify VHS or Beta. Or call toll free 1-800-227-3717. In California, call 1-415-431-7722. This offer is void in Texas and Tennessee.
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![mettle. First up is Dcota, an Italianate newcomer who is definitely a blue-collar type. His audition: to top a smarmy factory worker (Lee Jen- nings) who has filed sexual harassment charges against his former foreman. It is a thin premise, and little time is spent on preliminaries. The rough-talking Dcota saunters in, announces that "I hear you like to take it up the ass," and forthwith brings Jennings to his knees. The sucking and fucking that fol- lows is standard stuff, the least interesting of the entire film.
Karl Thomas, his hair tation. darker than in his earlier films, is the second hopeful. His audition: to take the humongous equipment of Greg Conrad. Their coupling represents a quantum leap forward over the film's first, and Thomas proves himself an almost limitless sexualist, as he has ever since he first appeared under the name of Adrian Jackson in Texas Tales. With his lithe frame, open face, everhard erection,
Karl Thomas and Steve Hammond
and receptive bubblebutt, he all but steals the scene from the mega-hung Conrad, who gives new meaning to the phrase National Endowment for the Arts. Although Thom- as cannot quite deep-throat Conrad - but then, who can? - he does manage to take every inch anally, and then for an encore, absorbs an even larger dildo. Sprawled both scenes. upside-down over the back of a couch, he ultimately delivers a torrential money shot all over his own face. From start to finish, this is the sort of scene on which Falcon has made its repu-
Next, in a striking change of pace, the matinee-idol- handsome Mark Baxter audi- tions solo for Hammond. Though they never have sex- ual contact in the scene, Bax- ter's strip and subsequent self-stimulation is a classic study in exhibitionism, cul- minating in a splashy money shot all over Hammond's highly polished desktop.
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Taylor, Dcota again, and newcomer Matt Clark (who greatly resembles Lon Flexx). One of Falcon's great strengths is the way in which they construct a film, varying the rhythms, body types, and sexual configura- tions for maximum impact: here juxtaposing the solo and the menage greatly enhances
Taylor and Dcota work ex- ceedingly well together. Taylor is that rare breed of bottom who never loses his masculinity, even in the most feminine role playing. He is a ravenous kisser and head- giver, and his exquisite ass functions equally well mis- sionary, doggie, or sidesad- dle. He is one of the brightest new stars on the scene today. two. [T.U.]
For Mission's finale, Ham- mond summons Thomas for a "callback," and their ses- sion provides a fitting climax to the film. Again, Thomas is the one to watch, as he ef- fortlessly usurps the sequence from superstar Hammond. Whether taking the blond body builder's cock in a
series of facefucking push- ups, slathering nips and arm- pits, arching his back to ac- cept anal penetration, or sit- ting on him in a squat-fuck wherein he does most of the work, Thomas is clearly a star well on his way to be- coming a superstar in his own right. Hammond, on the other hand, looks even more disinterested and his hair more unkempt than usual, though his physique remains awesome and his impersonal lust as dependable as ever.
With two decades of land- mark productions behind them, Falcon now looks to the future, and if Mission: Accomplished is any indica- tion, Falcon's next two dec- ades look as bright as the last
MISSION: ACCOMPLISHED is available from Falcon Studios, Box 750, San Francisco, CA 94101 for $69.50 plus $3.50 postage and han- dling. Visa, MasterCard, and Amer- ican Express accepted. Specify VHS or Beta. Or call toll free 1-800-227-3717. In California, call 1-415-431-7722. Void in Texas, Tennessee, and wherever prohibited by law.
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“Pledge Masters” with Steve Hammond
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Steve Hammond in “The Pledge Masters” from 1988…
Plus the associated write up in “Manshots”