Review by Frank Plowright

As this is a second volume of Gengorah Tagame’s erotic gay fantasies there’s presumably now an expectation of explicit content liable to shock the close-minded. You might want to reconsider that expectation, as Volume 1 was just the warm-up and here we have the real deal ratcheting up the content considerably, and unless your sexual fantasies align with Tagame’s it’s very difficult reading. Every reader is likely to know where their own boundaries lie, and for most it’ll be somewhere before reaching this material.

Tagame likes his fantasies rough, hard and coercive, and the sample art is just the beginning for an unfortunate athlete captured by three sadists in ‘Slave Training Summer Camp’, the story occupying over half the collection. It’s harder and stronger than anything in Volume 1, and not mitigated by having any plot other than continual torture, nor obviously being tongue in cheek, so just a venting of a disturbing form of desire. The question arises as to what the reaction would be to the same situations and dialogue were it a woman in the athlete’s place, with the ending being their total conversion to loving every form of degradation they endure. It’s unpleasant and offensive in pretty well every respect.

Some would argue that it’s only a fantasy and committing it to print is harmless. Is it?

After ‘Slave Training Camp’ subsequent material is more obviously fantasy based, featuring tentacled demons and humanoid animals, although willing sex is never on the agenda, at least not initially. Over the course of the collection there’s barely a taboo not breached. You may feel a story about an undercover policeman having lost his memory is relatively tame in comparison with the remaining content, but Tagame has a nasty twist awaiting there also, although it’s clever.

Despite the quality art, recommending anything with the offensive opening story isn’t on the agenda, so stick with Volume 1.