Pony is a queer-punk dive bar in Seattle, and if Fetish Force’s new feature Pony Up is any indication, it’s the best damn queer-punk dive bar in the entire world. Just look at how they handle their beer deliveries.
The action begins with Mohawk-sporting Draven Torres delivering a keg to bartender Doc Benway. The pair distract themselves almost immediately. Benway tugs at Torres’s coveralls, pushing him back against the keg with a kiss.
Torres soon pisses on the bartender, before bending him over the keg for stability. The tattooed and muscular Torres tops Benway before they flip positions and roles for the exciting conclusion.
Maybe it’s the bar manager in me, but shouldn’t someone get that keg in the fridge?
The second scene takes place in the bar’s washroom, which, not surprisingly, has a glory hole between the two stalls. Director Tony Buff does as much as he can to eroticize a man pressed against a sheet of plywood with his cock in a hole, but it remains just that. Models Preston Steel and Rogue Status engage in a little watersports before they leave the washroom and continue in the bar itself.
The bar patrons seem unconcerned as Steel rims then fucks Status against the black leather of a booth. This, for my money, is the best scene of the film.
When an unsuspecting Kurt Andrews walks into Pony, he is unprepared for the rope that’s soon cinched around his wrists, as four men cut off his jeans and ceremoniously fuck him. In the roughest scene I have yet reviewed, Andrews is pinned down and gangbanged. The scene concludes with the men all pissing on him, as Andrews lies exhausted on the bar floor.
The film ends with two demonstrations: sounding and watersports. Torres begins by masturbating with little more than a pinched nipple, then suddenly pulls out black latex gloves and a set of surgically sterile medal rods. He applies a small amount of lube, and inserts the first one with conviction. To be honest, it was a bit much for me.
Steel’s watersports demonstration is, by contrast, vanilla. Steel has one of those Goldilocks bodies — neither too beefy nor too skinny, but juuuuust right.