Two months since Mason got broken in. Since Reggie branded him and locked him tight in a cage. Now he's one of the top hands on the ranch - stronger, dirtier, meaner. He doesn't fuck anymore - he takes. And the other boys love it.
But power's a dangerous drug.
When a new recruit shows up - young, built, angry - Reggie gives Mason the task of breaking him. Jayden's cocky, Black, and related to Reggie by blood, but Mason doesn't care. He's gonna make him sweat. Gonna show him pain, pride, and surrender. Gonna own him.
But something darker's stirring on the ranch. The owner's son is circling. Rich, dangerous, and spoiled, he's got his eyes on the new recruit - and Mason's not sure if he's here to fuck or destroy.
Volume 2 of The Rough Stock Ranch goes deeper, harder, and filthier. Featuring graphic domination, hands-free orgasms, fisting, power shifts, and the brutal heat of the American West, this is the saga of men remade through sweat, cock, and control.
You thought Mason was done? He's just getting started.
Autorentext
S.J. Virelli writes like a fistfight and fucks with words like a backroom confession. Blending raw pulp grit with dripping erotic heat, his stories peel back the skin of masculinity to reveal the lust pumping underneath. Inspired by James Ellroy and the dirty film reels hidden in the back of old video stores, Virelli writes for the gooners, the freaks, the sweat-slicked nightcrawlers who crave something real. His men moan, bruise, and come?hard. He believes in freedom through filth, power through pleasure, and telling the truth with his zipper down.
He's still growing. Still experimenting. Trying to find his voice like a top tries to find his rhythm?and the bottom tries to see just how wide his gape can stretch. He's got too many ideas and not enough time, but he's working on launching a social page for erotic art, multimedia filth, and a way to actually talk to the readers who like their stories soaked and raw.
And while these are all works of fiction, the scenarios?at least the non-supernatural ones?are rooted in something real. Flesh memories. Sweat-soaked nights. Encounters burned into his backbrain. He's lived these moments, reshaped them, and now shares them with the world... even if it's only a few hungry eyes who dare to look.
Follow him, if you dare. Bring lube. Bring breath mints. Bring backup.