In HOLE 2, big-dicked voyeur Josh West oversees a grim detention center whose inhabitants are forced to watch each other jack off or fuck on closed-circuit TV. Josh allows them to watch each other, and he continually plays hot puppet master by throwing two men together to enjoy watching them sexually ravish each other. The solitary confinement and continuous porn diet that he subjects these rugged men to fills them with passions in need of quenching. HOLE 2, directed by award winning Tony Dimarco and Adam Killian, features four twisted pairs of big dicks and the holes they fill and a solo finale. Solitary has left Joe Parker horny, and needing a bath and shave. When Adam Ramzi is shoved in his cell, Joe reacts like a caged beast being fed. Then, two scenes whose models are immobilized by being wrapped in plastic. For Luke Milan, oxygen deprivation plus sex deprivation equals combustion. Bryan Cole unwraps Luke like a present then surrenders his ass. Mitchell Rock and Jesse Santana are both captured in red plastic. Jesse is restrained face-down and Mitchell can see, but not reach, Jesse's ass ... until he shreds his casing and seizes the hole that's tantalizing him. Trenton Ducati is tossed in a running shower. When Scott Hunter materializes, his beefy pecs and high, round ass cause Trenton to come to. Finally, the architect of these confined sexual matches, Josh West, watches his master plan become reality and pleasures himself. In Hole 2, muscle, sweat and cock add up to relentless sexual appetites that might have been forged in a nuclear reactor. It's a prison some men want to get into, not out of.
Joe's isolation is relieved when Adam Ramzi is thrust into his cell. Joe reacts like a lion at feeding time in the zoo, flinging himself onto the offering, biting his lips, tearing his clothes to get at his cock. Adam's bewilderment gives way to the surging pleasure unleashed by Joe's mouth. He grabs Joe's shoulders and flings him onto the cot, returning the blow job with equal fervor. If Joe's cock were any harder, it would shatter. Adam squeezes Joe's balls and drives his tongue into the cleft between his buns. They lie belly-to-belly, the sweat on their hairy chests mingling. Adam reaches for Joe's cock, aims it at his hole and impales himself on it in one single thrust. They knock foreheads, Joe thrusting up and Adam pushing back. Doggy position and missionary position follow, never missing a beat. Adam's supercharged balls propel a thick stream of jism across his torso. Joe's orgasm is no less intense, scattering spooge in a wide arc.
Luke Milan is naked, immobilized by plastic wrap binding him to a bed. His humongous dick is hard, but his deeply tanned muscles cannot prevail against the plastic. He's being watched by a man who is silhouetted behind a plastic curtain. The shadowed voyeur, Bryan Cole, appears to be masturbating. He pushes his way into the room and begins to massage Luke through the plastic. Bryan is smooth and muscular, with rings in both nipples, a chromium bar through the underside of his penis and a worn jockstrap. Luke cannot move but his breathing grows heavier as Bryan caresses and tongues the exposed parts of his body, slowly pushing the plastic out of the way. Bryan releases Luke's cock and sucks it. Now Luke can move his hips, which rock to fuck Bryan's face. Bryan removes the plastic covering Luke's head and sits on his face. Hardcore gay porn is flickering on the closed-circuit TV monitors on the wall. Bryan backs up until the tip of Luke's cock is poised to sunder his hole. They connect with a single synchronized movement of their hips. Luke fucks Bryan in three positions, stopping to suck him. They lie in each other's embrace, their flesh welded by sweat, and jerk out their loads.
Jesse Santana is splayed out on the prison bed and wrapped in red plastic. His ass is raised and immobilized. There's a man standing nearby, also encased in plastic. His cock is erect due to the intense need to fuck the ass before him. The standing man claws away the plastic. It's Mitchell Rock, a stud of behemoth musculature and bright tattoos. He crosses to the ass that's beckoning. Shredding the plastic, he grabs a cheek in each hand and begins to feed. A hand reaches back to finger the hole Mitchell is eating. Mitchell sinks his cock in the ass. Jesse finally breaks free. A meaty hand grabs his neck, pulling him up for a kiss. Jesse's hole clasps Mitchell's cock like a glove. Jesse flips over and hooks his legs through leather straps hanging from the ceiling. His abs stand out in high definition and he has rings in his nipples. Mitchell stops fucking to suck Jesse's cock and sit on his face, then they trade positions. Mitchell uses the same straps under his armpits to lower himself onto Jesse's cock. They trade positions again. Mitchell fucks Jesse's face before fucking his ass one last time before Jesse screams and cums on the mattress while Mitchell coats Jesse's enticing buns with cream.
Scott Hunter enters a cavernous room that looks like it was once a locker room, but now it is filthy and rust stains streak the walls and floor. He hears a noise, and finds Trenton Ducati, in a business suit, collapsed in a shower stall. Trenton is dazed and soaking wet, as if he were thrown semi-conscious into the stall and someone turned the water on. Seeing Scott, Trenton lurches to his feet. As if the hairy and muscled body before him will provide sustenance, Trenton grabs Scott's ass, spreads the cheeks and leads with his tongue. Without removing his clothes, Trenton frees his cock and plunges it into Scott's ass. Scott reacts as if it were his duty to resuscitate Trenton this way. Over the course of their copulation, Trenton sheds his clothes. He stops fucking Scott long enough to suck him briefly, then they resume fucking with Scott sitting on Trenton's shaft, which curls its way into Scott's hole like a fat serpent. They kiss while they fuck. They move into a 69 position, a continuous chain of cock to mouth that gives both of them the option of sucking or rimming. Satiated, Trenton shoots into Scott's mouth and Scott aims his jizz on the floor.