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The Missing
Rating: 4 Stars
Produced and directed by Steven Scarborough. Videography by Richard Board. Edited by Jim Wigler. Music by DJ Little Rock and Rock Hard. Starring Kent North, Enzo Grimaldi, Kirk Ziegler, Marco Paris, Jason Ridge, Nick Piston, Shane Rollins, Tony Mecelli, Trevor Knight, Jed Willcox, Rod Barry, Matt Majors, Antonio Roca, Martin Mazza, Dean Tucker, Rik Jammer, Chuck DiRocco, and Warren Lord.
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Workout-honed Australian import Kent North pursues an exemplary upscale life in well-appointed digs with a cuddly boyfriend. Then, early one fearful morning, two men in ski masks break in, pop him into a leather mummy suit, shove him into a lust-red Explorer, and transport him into the dark, seamy netherworld of Baghdad-by-the-Bay (in fact, the San Francisco branch of Mr. S Leather).

When he comes to his senses, North is lying on the floor of a dungeon where he's mauled and unwrapped by Rod Barry and Shane Rollins. Nearby, in a prison cell, Trevor Knight is power-fucking Dean Tucker, who in turn is gnawing at Nick Piston's vitals. North doesn't resist-- inviting speculation that he might have even wanted to be liberated from his Human Rights Campaign existence. He eagerly joins in the six-man orgy that falls into place as the threesomes merge. Eventually North is piggishly gang-fucked by everyone except Tucker, a fellow slave who returns to be jointly skewered by Barry and Knight.

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North's new home is a hideout where kidnapped bottoms in numbered jockstraps serve and entertain a population of aggressive tops. The storyline barely exists, but the sex represents director Steven Scarborough at his lewdly inventive, blistering best. There are five additional sex scenes, and, in the hardcore, two-disc "director's cut" edition, a supplementary fisting vignette.

Standout passages include one where feral Kirk Ziegler makes dextrous use of Jason Ridge, who's lashed to a St. Andrew's cross; there's a startling bit where hungry slaves imprisoned in a glass-topped table-cage are thrown shreds of roast chicken by top guys dining above them. The Missing ends with North straitjacketed in solitary, while on the outside his frantic partner posts missing-person flyers on the street. Viewers who want more can probably count on a hot, bent, leather-tinged sequel.