Once a year, four men disappear into the woods. They leave their lives behind?wives, girlfriends, jobs, expectations?and return to the cabin. To the ritual. To the sling.

The Lodge Ritual is a raw, pulse-pounding descent into masculine lust and sacred submission. One man gives himself to the others. They take turns opening him, wrecking him, marking him. Fists go deep. Poppers blur the edges of reality. By dawn, he's not the same man who arrived.

This isn't just sex. It's tradition. It's loyalty. It's destruction, dressed in moonlight and sweat.

For fans of dark, extreme, and emotionally raw gay erotica.

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.