NEXUS SYNOPSIS
This is the single DVD or VHS tape 'retail version'.Click here for the uncensored 2-DVD set and image gallery.Probably the most ambitious and successful production of director Chris Ward's career to date. Below is our critic Jameson Rodgers' full review; it's an astounding rave, but with some concerns.-Keeneye Reeves Some preliminary notes by Jameson Rodgers:This Raging Stallion production demonstrates a terminology deficiency among gay men - and I'm not talking lover vs. partner vs. boyfriend. What do you call the bottom who's just as butch as the top, if not more so? The guy who rides cock with all the 'passivity' of a broncobuster? The guy who 'takes it' with so much testosterone that he uses the excess to lube his hole? The 'fuckee' who squeezes his sphincter so hard mid-fuck that it makes the 'fucker' scream?What do you call a guy like that? Thanks to Raging Stallion, you can now call him a 'Nexus'! This triumph from Chris Ward literally gives new meaning to man-to-man sex.On the other hand, this review comes with a caveat: Nexus regularly features a stunt that may distract your attention and detract from your enjoyment - how seriously depends on you.On the third hand (and you can guess where that third hand goes!), the special exclusive Nexus: Raw & Hardcore features some images that are simultaneously harrowing to the eyes, hardening to the groin and hazardous to the ass.Editor's note:Jameson Rodgers' full review begins below....

NEXUS REVIEW
Nexus is a mind-blowing - and multiple-load-blowing - follow-up to Ward's 50th production, Sexus, and is the second part of a planned trilogy. The premise is simplicity itself: Take a select cast of oversexed manimals, turn on the heat, turn on the camera, and watch the magic.The opening is one of the most imaginative this reviewer has ever seen. We find ourselves amidst a sizzling orgy of seven men - all of them fully dressed in black tank-tops and skin-tight jeans! When their tongues aren't down each other's throats they are licking at each other's assholes, through denim stretched to the breaking point. As the camera weaves in and out of the writing bodies, each man looks up and smiles at us as the credits give his name. The camera then pans back on the entire group, and suddenly all the clothes disappear so the real action can begin. Whew!As with Sexus, there's no plot, just sex. The set by David Hall is an arrangement of multi-tiered platforms with only one prop - a giant antique Crisco drum (a marvelous touch). The soundtrack by J.D. Slater is masterful. The videography by David Hempling is brilliant. Some individual shots last as long as 3 to 4 minutes, as the camera caresses the bodies before reaching in for extreme penetration close-ups. With these long shots the sex doesn't look at all choreographed, but spontaneous and intense. These guys make it clear that they would be fucking each other even if there weren't a camera.Nexus is first and last a fuck-flick - there is some great oral action, but primary attention is given to heart-stopping assplay. It's not the violent kind, where the bottom looks and acts like he's being raped; instead it's joyously fiercesome. Ward has assembled some of the most aggressive bottoms you'll ever want to meet (and I want to meet them all!). The orgy serves as a bridge between each individual scene, where one ass after another is pounded, pummeled and pile-driven - though these assh