“This was the first time I saw him. A queer vision, a mix of so many things. Feminine and masculine, tiny and violent, he looked like he could be tender, or that he could hurt me. I wanted to give my body to him.”
In Saint Plaisir, a lithe, handsome, middle aged man, played by Friedrich Kreuz, kneels in an empty cave. Naked, shivering with cold, he places a collar round his neck and pushes a hook into his asshole, binding himself with a chain. He whips himself, alone in the darkness, and as he does, a vision appears (in the form of Lazare Lazarus). This vision—perhaps totally imaginary, perhaps real—is the answer to his masochistic prayers; it is the sadistic angel of his desires. The vision bears him up to the light, to the outcrop over the summer fields. The supplicant’s pale skin is seared red as he’s caned by his younger master.
The man meets the vision again and again, in various lost locales in the empty countryside, their leather outfits contrasting with overgrown nature. Silently and telepathically, his masochistic needs are met – with slaps, whips, canes, and cock.
This fantastical kink story plays out against the most luscious of summer scenery. Director Ivan Sobris creates a world that is dreamy and sun-soaked, like the lazily sensual environments of Guadagnino’s A Bigger Splash or Bertolucci’s Stealing Beauty. There’s something ancient and perfect about the two men in the ruins of the abandoned village, unhindered by modern conventions, free to act out their desires. Power, core to the interaction, is in the hands of the younger man; a reversal of societal (and porn) convention. The older lover gives himself over completely to the dominant vision of youth that he conjures, and it’s beautiful. He is fucked the way many of us want to be fucked—completely, carefully, hard. The camera languishes on his face as a soundtrack of birds, crickets mixes with the soft sounds of his moans.
His climax is perfect, laid out under his master, eyes shut against the sun, sprayed with piss as he comes. The vision disappears as he is sated. He is left only with the landscape, but it’s serene rather than lonely. Some moments are so gorgeous they cannot last forever.
Saint Plaisir is available on PinkLabel.tv