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Navy Blues: Deeper in the Brig
Rating: 3 Stars
Produced by James Geniuk and Jack Hazzard. Edited and directed by Chip Daniels. Written by Sean storm and Jim Gary. Videography by Chip Daniels and Jack Hazzard. Starring Brock Masters, Sean Storm, Brent Everett, Yanko, Chase Dryburgh, Tristan King, Troy Kroft, J.D. Thunder, Sage, Matt Sizemore, Sean Paris, Billie Di'Angilo, Tag Spencer, and Cal Dexter.
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"Please! No, sir! I'll do anything," cries young Seaman Mitchell (Brent Everett). "Please don't send me to the brig, sir!" The cherubic sailor has pilfered a bottle of vodka from his ship's store, and must pay a price. "Put your pouty lips around my cock," his interrogator, Marine Lieutenant Ford (Brock Masters), commands. Mitchell drops to his knees, expecting to dodge incarceration. Ford strips to black socks, fucks him at both ends, then orders him locked up anyway. The jailer in charge is Marine Sergeant Michaels (Matt Sizemore), a hairy, horse-dicked brute with a penchant for cavity searches.

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Meanwhile, other seamen on shore leave are getting into trouble. Cocky little Seaman Nick Adams (Sean Storm) checks into a gay hideaway (Fort Lauderdale's Cabanas at Wilton Manors), where he falls afoul of blond masseur Tristan King, who drugs him, has sex with him, and robs him of everything except his hat and shoes. Locked naked out of his motel room, Adams later gets fucked in the back of a pickup truck by a deputy sheriff (Sage). Elsewhere, trying to close a drug deal in a gay bar, Seamen Stuart and Jones (Sean Paris and red-haired Chase Dryburgh) are talked into a public three-way with bartender J.D. Thunder. At a nearby porn shop, bald-pated Seaman Brown (Yanko) is forced into sex by a goateed robber (Troy Kroft), whose large, upturned cock gives new meaning to the term stickup.

In stages, all four sailors join Everett in the brig, where Sizemore presides over an escalating orgy. Eventually Brock Masters joins the party and asks, "Who has the warmest hole?"-- a cue for Sean Storm to get fucked for the umpteenth time. This group tussle, an infinitely worthier deployment of US military personnel than the war in Iraq, could have used closer attention to shape and pacing, and fewer long shots through chain-link. But Navy Blues crackles with sexual energy. Its seven able-bodied newcomers match up well with pros like Sizemore, Masters, Paris, and Storm. For the most part, Chip Daniels directs this well-crafted, made-in Florida production with focused competence, especially in one-on-one scenes. Cast members enunciate the word seaman with particular zest, and keep spurting its homonym forth by the jigger.