Ward's mind is a whirlwind of kinky delights. He envisions himself in a BDSM dungeon, the sting of a whip against his skin, the taste of leather, the sound of his own ragged breaths echoing in the dimly lit room. He pictures himself in a threesome, two bodies writhing against him, hands exploring, mouths tasting. His fantasies are explicit, graphic, and oh-so-lewd, a stark contrast to his everyday life.