The Rise and Fall of a Gay Porn Empire

At America’s premier gay-porn publisher, d*ck size was king. [View in Browser]( [Esquire Sunday Reads]( [Making History One Dick at a Time: The Rise and Fall of a Gay Porn Empire]( Making History One Dick at a Time: The Rise and Fall of a Gay Porn Empire At America’s premier gay-porn publisher, dick size was king. Every model we published had to be attractive and fit, but it was their equipment that determined where they would end up. If a guy was going to be an Inches cover man, his member had to be jaw-dropping. Playguy called for boyish bulges. To appear in Mandate, the flagship, his dick should be attached to a body and face almost no reader would turn down. And if a guy was going to show off his cock in Torso, where I worked, it had better be positioned below a six-pack. These publications were housed in unassuming offices in Manhattan’s SoHo neighborhood. But the company—variously called Modernismo, Mavety Media Group, and MMG Services during its reign—was run by a larger-than-life personality: George Mavety, a straight man with a huge appetite for both sex and food who looked like a 1920s fat-cat caricature by the time I arrived in the mid-nineties. [Read the Full Story]( [MORE FROM ESQUIRE]( [Mike Tyson Takes One Last Swing at Immortality]( Mike Tyson Takes One Last Swing at Immortality Mike Tyson steps through the black ropes and lies down on his back in the middle of the boxing ring. He looks up at the ceiling of the warehouse in the Las Vegas suburbs and closes his eyes. The makeshift gym is so silent and sterile that all you can hear is his breathing and the hum of the air-conditioning. In a few weeks, Tyson will turn fifty-eight. 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