Horror Porn: Sons of Satan (1973)

There’s nothing sublime about porn, unless the porn is based underneath a lime. While I could debate you about the potential of pornographic films based around the ever-prevalent lime-fetish of the American people, I am actually here to talk you about Sons of Satan. Now, I’m bisexual—there’s no reason for me to hide it, but there’s no reason to make a big deal out of it, either. I’m weak to boyish charms as well as girlish ones. Therefore, I figured I’d be the only one—aside from the possibly fearless Justin—on Liberal Dead to handle some gay porn. Quick Cinemageddon search, and…voila. Sons of Satan. There was something great about you.

A man wanders around in search of his long-lost brother—his quest brings him to a dingy apartment owned by a strange old fellow named Natas. See where this is going? Turns out very swiftly that Natas is the leader of a cult, but has plunged into a strange slumber and can only be awoken by the transfer of—as is mentioned dozens of times in the movie—“life-force to life-force”. And, following the traditional censorship lines of author and occultist Aleister Crowley, who faced the banning of certain words during his writing in the early parts of the 20th Century…life-force is actually semen. Duh! Well, we do get plenty of semen—young men were pretty virile back in the ‘70s—which is eagerly distributed into both silver cups and gaping mouths.

Our man from the beginning is captured by the cult when he learns too much, and is held hostage. His brother promises him an escape, but it’s a trap, and he is pushed into a massive gay orgy. I daresay that nothing is held back in this scene, including a particularly gut-wrenching moment when our hero is presented with a dick to the mouth, and we hear a badly-dubbed cry of “No! No, stop! I’m your brother!” Any squick at this point is increased when you realize this whole movie is called SONS of Satan

Well, anyway, Natas is resurrected by the cum-letting (a word which MS Word informs me is not part of the dictionary, hence the hyphen) and it turns out he’s a vampire. Fortunately, he only bites arms, not what you’d expect a vampire to bite in the throes of a relatively kinky gay porn film. At the end, we see our protagonist get sodomized by Natas, and then he signs a Fedex package using Natas’ name, implying that now he’s the new Natas. Shades of Manos!

I found this to be an infinitely more entertaining film than The Geek, and surprisingly not because of the sexual elements. Borrowing from the clunky slashers of its era, Sons of Satan starts out as a surprisingly eerie and atmospheric horror movie. Naturally when I got it I knew it was porn, but at the same time, I kinda didn’t want it to be—and not because I thought it would be gross or anything. I just wanted it to keep the horror vibes. Of course, it’s quite predictable in both aspects—“life-force” is not a very good euphemism for sperm, and if you’ve read any horror story, ever, you’ll know that a guy named “Natas” (get it?) is a bad egg. Especially if you’ve watched Natas: The Reflection, a movie which I’ve heard I should review at some point. Hoo boy.

The porn stuff is actually relatively high-quality for what seems to be a homemade backyard horror film that may have gotten a little out of hand—it has some cheesy music, sure, but what the hell else do you want? It’s got men fucking each other and giving each other blowjobs. Set for life? This Mudman says yes.

But can anyone really recommend porn to the casual reader? Wait, scratch that, you’re reading Liberal Dead. The answer, of course, is in the affirmative—though I don’t recommend it as a porn! Fascinating, how these things happen…

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I eat, breath, and live the horror genre. Gore translates to beauty, and terror the gateway to happiness.
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