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Phoenix Rising
Rating: 3 Stars
Directed by Chi Chi LaRue. Videography by Max Phillips. Edited by Delta Productions. Music by Sound Designs. Starring Tristan Paris, Jason Branch, Kyle Becker, Luc Jarrett, Jason Branch, David Bradley, Jack Simmons, Trace Henson, Aron Ridge, Mitchell Stack, and Robert Black.
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In sun-baked Phoenix, Arizona, where cacti grow tall and tumescent, Jason Branch owns a palatial, white-walled stone-and-stucco home full of high-tech gadgetry and killer sofas. It's a perfect hideaway for frolics with a trick like Kyle Becker, whom Branch nudges out of his orange underpants in the opening moments. Later, when Becker and Branch are in the midst of a post-orgasmic cuddle, the phone rings. It's Branch's sister, who is at her wit's end with her 18-year-old son, the irrepressible Tristan Paris. Branch agrees to take his nephew in hand, and soon he's driving to the airport to pick the brat up.

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Nasty little Tristan arrives in Phoenix eager to party. Uncle Jason deflates his expectations and tells him in firm avuncular tones that their relationship is to be based on trust and respect. The first test, which Tristan quickly flunks, comes when Branch leaves him alone at a time when a work crew shows up to tidy the grounds.

Summoning all three yard men into the house, Tristan tells them he's in charge in his uncle's absence, and commands them to have sex. A four-way romp ensues. Later, when one of them tells Branch, "We're not getting paid enough to put up with that bastard nephew of yours," you may find his attitude confusing, since he and his colleagues seemed perfectly pleased to be roistering naked all over their client's green baize pool table.

Obsessed and driven, Tristan moves on to a pickup (David Bradley) he brings home from a cruising area. After some ecstatic fucking, they fall asleep. Branch sees them, and decides it's time to teach his nephew a lesson. This involves yanking him out of bed late at night, blindfolding him, and dragging him down to the basement to be gang-fucked in rotation by three gorgeous black guys and Uncle Jason himself.

The issue of whether this constitutes a punishment aside, the sex, like all the sex in this lively exercise in depravity, is electric, full of momentum, and bolstered by good, filthy talk. Branch and Paris make one incendiary little family. Someone should find out exactly what pornmeister Chi Chi LaRue does to extract such performances, and bottle it.