Pleasure Victim

<p>In this collection of hard-edged sensual short stories men speak little—but their bodies say everything. Pleasure Victim explores desire where it lives: in glances held too long in quiet tension in rough hands brushing past boundaries. These are real men: virile unpolished sometimes dangerous—never sentimental. Their hunger is physical their contact raw their pleasure a kind of conquest.</p><p>The title story Pleasure Victim unfolds in a cramped shared apartment where Giovanni has spent weeks watching his rugged southern roommate move through their space unaware. But tonight Davide returns from a party a little drunk a little loose and wearing nothing but a robe. What happens next isn’t about love—it’s about the unbearable weight of unsatisfied lust and the moment it finally tips.</p><p>Davide sprawled across the bed limbs open robe undone hair damp from the shower. Giovanni paused—watching breathing. Then moving silently he tied him down: one rope then another wrists ankles. When the last knot was tight he stood back and admired the body he had memorized in silence now stretched and waiting. His hands found warm skin damp hair tight muscle. Davide stirred half-awake half-aware. “What the hell…?” he muttered pulling at the ropes. Giovanni leaned in close and whispered:<br />“Relax. You're mine tonight.”</p><p>In Pleasure Victim desire is not asked for—it’s taken.<br />And some men only learn what they want when they can no longer move.</p>