The Skulls are the Hells Angels, the rebels, of S/M. These bikers ride hard and play harder, from the back roads of Ohio to the dark rooms of the Mineshaft in New York. Fisting Ballet sees them twirling and twisting, pushing and pulling, rocking back and forth, upside down, right-side up and everything in-between, it's all done in this flick with fist in ass. The movie is for connoisseurs of handballing, whether for guys who need to expand their repertoire or get off on watching the pros do it right. The guys are rough, and Leather Rick is a big burly man, a biker, and for 60 minutes barely has a moment where his big thick meaty paw isn't up the Tantric Master's canyon of an ass. Long before the famous simulated fisting scene in Caligula, and the very real and very hot fisting scenes offered by studios like Hot Desert Knights and now even by Falcon in their Hot Hand series, Fisting Ballet pretty much started it all when it comes to capturing the extreme act of fisting caught on film or video. There is no setup, and very quickly the Leather Rick's huge fist and thick wrist are stretching out Tantric Master's receptive hole. Sometimes it looks like human impalement, sometimes like a monstrous phallus fucking a distended hole, sometimes like a mad scientist's experiment gone wrong, nonetheless, it is always riveting if you're into the act of fisting. Fisting Ballet the only film ever to be shot at New York's infamous Mineshaft, where Robert Mapplethorpe spent many wonderful nights. The Mineshaft closed in 1985! Cast: Dave Nesor, Leather Rick, Tantric Master
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