It was a scorching summer day in 1992 and Kevin R. Nash was feeling down. He spent most of his days dreaming of submitting to a group of black men and being taken however they wished – he enjoyed the thought of being ravished and dominated. He kept his hidden desire to himself, never confiding in anyone about his fantasy.

One afternoon, Kevin finally decided to take a risk. He took the bus to the inner city neighborhood he had heard about from other people. He was hoping someone would take him into their crew and fulfill his fantasy.

But when he got there, he was met with suspicion. No one was willing to let this clearly very white boy into their group. After hours of walking around, he finally found someone willing to take him in – an intimidating, muscular black man named Tyrone.

Tyrone knew exactly why Kevin was there and was willing to help him get what he wanted. So, he invited Kevin to his house later that evening, where he and nine of his friends were waiting.

As Kevin entered the room, he felt a surge of adrenaline rush through him. His fantasy was about to come true. Tyrone and his nine friends proceeded to undress Kevin and take him any way they wanted. Afterwards, Kevin could barely move.

But for Kevin, this night was perfect. Days later, the bruises and marks all over his body were a reminder of the best night of his life. He couldn’t help but smile every time he thought about it. It was the Summer of 1992 and Kevin R. Nash had finally achieved the pleasure he had been searching for.