Business-suited Trenton Ducati was used on the street in broad daylight and tossed into a dark cell with a glowing monitor. Who knows how long he's been pent up there, strength fed gay porn? He is bewildered and mesmerized by what he sees on this monitor: men having wild uninhibited sex. His libido has reached its breaking point. He must have a taste of what he's seeing on this monitor 24/7. The desire is getting into his head. Are the five anonymous cocks that enter his cell and orally gangbang him real or are they figments of his manic, sexual imagination? (the monster cocks belong to their unseen owners: Josh West, Adam Killian, Tommy Defendi, Angel Rock and Luke Milan) Are the loads of these massive dicks real or just a fantasy to relieve and release? No matter if this facial orgy happens or not, Trenton's dazed state ends with his face covered with five loads, and him finally releasing a huge load of his own.

Luke Milan is naked, immobilized by plastic wrap binding him to a bed. His humongous dick is hard, but his deeply tanned muscles cannot prevail against the plastic. He's being watched by a man who is silhouetted behind a plastic curtain. The shadowed voyeur, Bryan Cole, appears to be masturbating. He pushes his way into the room and begins to massage Luke through the plastic. Bryan is smooth and muscular, with rings in both nipples, a chromium bar through the underside of his penis and a worn jockstrap. Luke cannot move but his breathing grows heavier as Bryan caresses and tongues the exposed parts of his body, slowly pushing the plastic out of the way. Bryan releases Luke's cock and sucks it. Now Luke can move his hips, which rock to fuck Bryan's face. Bryan removes the plastic covering Luke's head and sits on his face. Hardcore gay porn is flickering on the closed-circuit TV monitors on the wall. Bryan backs up until the tip of Luke's cock is poised to sunder his hole. They connect with a single synchronized movement of their hips. Luke fucks Bryan in three positions, stopping to suck him. They lie in each other's embrace, their flesh welded by sweat, and jerk out their loads.

In HOLE 2, big-dicked voyeur Josh West oversees a grim detention center whose inhabitants are invited to watch each other jack off or fuck on closed-circuit TV. Josh allows them to watch each other, and he continually plays hot puppet master by throwing two men together to enjoy watching them sexually ravish each other. The solitary confinement and continuous porn diet that he subjects these rugged men to fills them with passions in need of quenching. HOLE 2, directed by award winning Tony Dimarco and Adam Killian, features four twisted pairs of big dicks and the holes they fill and a solo finale. Solitary has left Joe Parker horny, and needing a bath and shave. When Adam Ramzi is shoved in his cell, Joe reacts like a caged animal being fed. Then, two scenes whose models are immobilized by being wrapped in plastic. For Luke Milan, oxygen deprivation plus sex deprivation equals combustion. Bryan Cole unwraps Luke like a present then surrenders his ass. Mitchell Rock and Jesse Santana are both captured in red plastic. Jesse is restrained face-down and Mitchell can see, but not reach, Jesse's ass ... until he shreds his casing and seizes the hole that's tantalizing him. Trenton Ducati is tossed in a running shower. When Scott Hunter materializes, his beefy pecs and high, round ass cause Trenton to come to. Finally, the architect of these confined sexual matches, Josh West, watches his master plan become reality and pleasures himself. In Hole 2, muscle, sweat and cock add up to relentless sexual appetites that might have been forged in a nuclear reactor. It's a prison some men want to get into, not out of.