Welcome to Rough Stock Ranch?a stretch of sun-scorched Texas land where the men are built hard, work harder, and take what they want with a grin and a growl. When Mason, a cocky but clueless new ranch hand, shows up looking for work, he doesn't realize he's stepped into a world that runs on discipline, sweat, and submission.
Assigned to a crew of seasoned, well-built cowboys?Luis with his sly smile and thick Latino swagger, and Tariq, all muscle and mischief with a teasing edge?Mason finds himself tested, hazed, and slowly broken in. They roughhouse, they strip down, and they show him what it means to belong.
But the real reckoning comes when Reggie, the foreman?massive, stoic, and in total control?calls Mason in for a late-night meeting. What begins as a conversation about rules becomes the beginning of Mason's transformation. Strapped into a chastity cage and branded as "Reggie's boy," Mason learns the true meaning of surrender. He's used, respected, and initiated into the team in the only way Rough Stock knows how?through sweat, seed, and steel.
This is no tale of shame?this is pride earned the hard way.
The Rough Stock Ranch: Broken In is the first volume in an ongoing erotic saga of dominance, camaraderie, and submission set against the dusty heat of the American West. Hands-free orgasms, iron willpower, and cowboy kink?this is a story for those who like their men hard and their submission harder.
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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.