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Real men. Flesh, sweat, power.In these six raw, unapologetic stories, Manuel García explores desire stripped of romance and artifice - men confronting men, challenging each other, needing, taking, surrendering. Each encounter burns with tension, with the silent language of glances and skin, with the rough tenderness of virile bodies pushed to their limits. This is not pornography. It's the anatomy of male hunger - physical, instinctive, true."The Slaughter", the story that gives the book its name, unfolds in a crumbling Paris apartment block where two men - strangers bound by an unspoken agreement - test the borders between submission and dominance, work and lust, pain and power.Damien, fresh from the Ivory Coast, knocks on Abdou Diouf's door. What begins as a job interview becomes something else entirely - a ritual of exposure, a negotiation of flesh. In the flicker of fluorescent light, words turn into orders, and orders into heat. Abdou's voice cuts through the air like a blade: "Show me."And Damien obeys - because in that moment, obedience is desire.These stories breathe the scent of sweat and dust, of men who rarely speak but say everything with a look, a grip, a breath held too long.They are encounters between equals and opposites, built on risk and raw necessity - where pleasure is not given, but earned.In Man Satisfactions, García writes with the precision of a knife and the honesty of the body.When the door closes, what remains is silence - and the echo of a man's breath in the dark.