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Written by mike
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Monday, 14 July 2008 07:54 |
Until now, Mason Wyler's web presence was limited to a modest MySpace page, which might have given you the impression that the pig bottom was somewhat shy; spend a few minutes on his new "Wyler Nation" blog however, and you'll find one of pushiest bottoms since Clay Aiken:
I, Mason Wyler, King of the Bottoms plan to travel the Nation in search
of brave volunteers who are willing to fuck my face and pound my ass in
front of a camera.
These daring men must possess a few winning characteristics...
What characteristics you ask? Well, money for one: Wyler is offering up made-to-order porno for the right price. After filling the coffers of his city-state, Wyler than goes on to milk the Birth of A Nation metaphor, soliciting anonymous sex from his fans which he will tape and
distribute via his website: a rather democratic move for a king! Any
old schlub can fuck his ass, as long as they're not actually, uh, old:
Age isn't a major issue for me, if you look good then you look good.
But looking good and looking old usually can not be applied to the same
person.
It's quickly apparent that Wyler Nation is on the barebacking side of
the Mason Dixon line and, despite his stringent age requirements, you need not be a citizen in order to seed him. And judging by his first
entry, it might not matter whether he wants to fuck you or not, just so long as you make him cry. In "Rape:
Fantasy or Nightmare?" (originally censored on his MySpace page), we hear the classic story: Boy meets boy, boy smashes bottle on boy's head, boy pisses all
over boy, boy cleans out boy's dirty hole with his mouth, boy rips
boy's anal lining ... and so on.
Which is funny because bad erotic fiction makes us want to smash a
bottle over our own heads.
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Wyler Nation (Mason Wyler's Blog)
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