Your Masters

Mean, monster-dicked, musclebear daddies; big, brutal, inked and buffed bikers; cigar-chomping, stacked, ripped, horse-hung, pierced, foul-mouthed, musclefucker tough guys- all of whom are hell bent on pushing themselves to the limit and beyond. This ain't no pretty-boys-in-Naugahyde wannabe leather vid. This is a real full-on kinkfest presented by men who actually play in the fetish underworld so unflinchingly portrayed here. This is the view from the edge. Nothing is faked, no punches are pulled, every groan and scream is real, every drop of sweat and bruise is authentic. Slater has created a landscape where pleasure and pain converge and intoxicate any who venture in. He has populated it with a plethora of hand-picked pervs. A group of studs possessed by an all-consuming sexual fever that drives them to explore every option they can.

Directed by J.D. Slater, Your Masters leans on a strong ensemble — Damien Vincetti, Duke Rivers, Michael Ray — to carry a story that balances spectacle with character.

The film landed with audiences for its craft and performances, and remains one of the most talked-about screen titles of 2004.