The Darker Side Of The Moon
Book 4 of The Black Moon series
Chapter 21: My Name Is Gary Campbell

Gary's POV – Sunday 9 August 2015

Love.

Love is the greatest emotion of all.

This is what brings you closer to someone else. This is what makes that someone the most important person in your life. The one you'd give your life for. The one for whom you can fight any problem. Love is a powerful feeling that can uplift your mood and make you stronger than you have ever been before. An emotion that can make you move on when you face issues. A feeling that makes your heart beat so fast that it could pop out of your chest. I have felt this and loved it.

Love.

Love can be the worst emotion of all too.

That's what happens when the one you love doesn't return your feelings. When that special someone runs away or is taken from you. In these cases, be sure that love becomes the most harmful weapon ever created and that its wounds can hurt you really deep. So deep that you feel like a wreck. Of course, you can't show this to your close circle. You must show yourself strong. You must hide the addictions you might fall to. You cannot afford to let people see what you have become. But deep down, you're just a pathetic mess. Sadly, I have felt that too and hated it.

I still do actually.

I was lucky to experience the first category, a long time ago. I too felt the delicious sensation of my heart thumping in my chest at the mere thought of the man I loved. Just being around him was the most wonderful thing of all.

I was what is called a Dominant in the BDSM lifestyle and he was my Submissive, but our relationship went much beyond the boundaries of BDSM. At least to me.

I believe it was his case too, but I can't be a hundred percent sure. I like to think it was and that he was close to realize that we were much more than a Dom and a Sub. I am actually certain that he knew it deep down, even if he understood it later than I did. Much later because I knew almost right from the start.

I can't really explain what went through my head back then, at the time I offered him our first contract. I had seen him before at the Black Diamond, the BDSM club I was a member of. I had even played with him between two contracts with other Subs, but things were different.

When I joined this lifestyle, I was seeking control over my partner, body and mind, but without real infatuation. Like many people, I knew that love can hurt, and I was deceived back in my college years. Enough for me to avoid feelings of any sort ever again.

Taking Subs under contracts sounded like the most fitted solution for me. I didn't want to go for one-night stands only, because I needed more than that. At the same time, I didn't want to get involved in long relationships either, where feelings might settle down. So, three-month contracts sounded like a good compromise to me. They would allow me to exert my dominance on a guy's mind just enough to help him to get on the right rails. Not long enough to fall for that person. No real strings attached other than a few sheets of paper with duties and rules. And it was working pretty well!

But it was without counting on Aaron Cox's ruses... This guy...

This guy is one of my best friends, the closest I have in the United States, and he is the owner / Master Dom of the Black Diamond. I met him back in 2007 when he bought a crappy similar club I was already a member of. This was before the birth of the Black Moon nightclub, the one he owns now and within which he established a kinky private area. Anyway, we immediately hit it off and grew very close.

Aaron knew my tastes in men and the way I always dealt with Submissives, only offering them short contracts. Life was perfect as it was back in those days...

Until the Master Dom suggested I take this beautiful young Sub under my wings and offer him a longer contract. Jeremy was known to be an unruly Submissive who was only looking for great sex with different Doms every night. I knew he didn't want to get into a relationship with a Dom and this is probably why I had never paid too much attention to him before, even during the couple of times I brought him to my playroom. I knew how great he was as a Submissive and I truly enjoyed myself back then, but he just wasn't for me. Or so I thought.

Aaron had grown tired of his uncontrollable behavior and he was right saying that the boy needed guidance and authority. He was a good Sub most of the time at the club, but his life outside was getting dangerously out of hand. It was time for him to surrender to the direction and control of a Dominant, so when Aaron talked me into offering him a contract, I didn't hesitate for very long. I actually accepted right away.

The Master Dom's condition though was that it should be for six months and it was quite new for me. That bastard of Aaron knew what he was doing... It scared me at first, because I had never been over the three-month limit I imposed on myself for fear of getting attached to the Sub. I was completely wrong on that one. Even three months would have sufficed for me to fall for the guy. It took me much less than that.

I almost immediately fell for the young rebellious man. Apart from the fact that he embodied physical perfection to me, I loved his personality; his joyfulness, his humor, his recklessness and his riotous temperament; but also his tenderness, his frailty and his adorableness. Every single trait of his personality appealed to me and after only a few days, I knew he would be the death of me.

Unfortunately, I couldn't guarantee the reciprocity of my feelings and I protected myself behind an iron shield. I strongly fought these emotions and never let them show to anyone. Except maybe to my friend Aaron. Oh, I did try to hide them from him, but perceptive as he is, he knew that I was much deeper into the boy than I wanted to admit. He'd known long before.

One reason for my reluctance to express my feelings openly is that I saw certain things coming. I knew that I might have to leave Chicago at some point and that it would end my relationship with Jeremy.

I was born in the United Kingdom, the first son of an American woman and a wealthy English businessman who counted on his offspring to develop his business across the world. I didn't mind that. I love my family and always got along with my parents. My homosexuality never turned them off and when I came out at the age of 15, they said that they only wanted my happiness.

My father and I have always been on the same line and I very willingly pursued my studies in business management, already knowing that a great career was awaiting me on the American continent. I am perfectly conscious of my luck and I always strived to succeed, seeking for my father's praise and satisfaction. In that, I managed very well and only after a couple of years developing the company's business in America, Dad was already extremely happy with my progress and trusted me with more and more responsibilities.

Unfortunately, he wasn't so lucky with my younger brother. Jonathan has always been less serious and more careless than I am. I don't blame him for that, this is just his personality. It's a shame that he never realized how lucky he was to have been born in such a family, with a father who could offer him a brilliant career. At the same time, you can't really force your children into a path that doesn't interest them and it was my father's biggest mistake. He wanted his second son to embrace a similar career as the first one did, but it was just not Jonathan's thing. Dad still gave it a few tries which all ended up in fiascos.

Even before I signed the first contract with Jeremy, I knew that things were getting bad in Asia where Jonathan had the responsibility to develop the company's business. So, it came as no surprise when my father asked me to take things over in the eastern part of the world about a year later. By then, I had already fallen deep for Jeremy and I had to take one of the most difficult decisions of my life.

At the age of almost 21, Jeremy was still quite immature. Of course, after nearly a full year under my guidance, he had already improved a lot. He was more stable and had found a career path. He had a job that suited him, and he was even able to keep it. I was sincerely proud of the results after dominating him for a year, but in my opinion, he was still too young and definitely not ready to involve himself into a more serious relationship.

He still had plenty of things to discover, experiences to try. He needed to see different things before he would settle down with someone like me. To be honest, I was ready to take him with me to Asia, but I sincerely believe that he wasn't. He had all his friends here in Chicago. I couldn't imagine him leaving all his life behind for me. Maybe he would have. But he wouldn't have been happy.

Besides, I wouldn't have been able to take care of him as he deserved. What would he have done all alone in Tokyo? I was going to live there for at least two to four years, but I knew I'd have to travel almost every week to all the countries in Asia and Pacific! Even if I was going to spend the weekends with him, most of them would have been dedicated to work on reports and business-related matters.

So, I did the only thing I could do back then. I shielded myself from my feelings and let go of him. It was the hardest thing I had ever done by then, the most painful thing I experienced, but I had no other choice. I discussed it with my friend Aaron and we came to the same conclusion. We both passed an agreement. He was going to take care of Jeremy in my absence, force him into a contract with another Dominant, and in return, I would get regular news about my lover. It might not have been very ethical, but I think none of us cared.

Breaking the news of my departure to Jeremy was painful as fuck, a thousand times worse than when I lost my butt virginity during my Dominant training. Talking him into starting a new relationship with another Dominant broke my heart. And yet, it was nothing compared to the two years I spent in Asia, away from my love. Not being around him was already horrible enough, but knowing that he was enjoying himself in the arms of another nearly killed me, even if it was what I wanted. It really took a whole lot of self-control not to break down, but I had resolved to let go of him and I knew that it was only in his interest. In the end, it was better to know him safely controlled by Siegfried than fucking around with different Doms every night.

Once a month, I would spend an hour with Aaron on the phone, painfully listening to all the things he knew about Jeremy. Believe me when I say that I cried a lot after these phone calls. And yet, I was relieved that my love was taken care of. After all, this is what I had wanted. On my side, apart from a few one-night fucks here and there – well, a man needs release once in a while – I never tried to engage into another relationship while I was away. I spent most of my time working like a maniac. It kept my mind busy and I thought that the earlier I would pull up the business there, the earlier I would go back to the US.

After two years, my father was more than satisfied but what motivated my return to Chicago was when Aaron told me that Master Siegfried was returning to his home country in Europe. I had gotten used to imagining Jeremy with him, but I couldn't envisage him with another Dom after that. It took me a couple of months to set things up in Asia, recruit and train a new Vice President for the region, and my father didn't cause any problem when I told him I was going back to the US. He was actually relieved because my younger brother had managed to fuck up again and ruined a lot of the progress I had made on the American continents.

And this is how I got my love back. Aaron knew about my return and didn't force Jeremy into another contract after Siegfried left. He just kept a close attention on my boy to make sure he wouldn't go off the rails again, and as soon as I was back in Chicago, we both arranged a little scene for me to offer him a new agreement. And damn was it emotional!

Of course, Aaron imposed a few conditions, but they sounded fair to me. In two years, Jeremy had matured, becoming one of the best Submissives of the club. He hadn't changed that much, but we couldn't be sure that he would be willing to give me a second chance.

Well, Aaron was quite confident about it, but he still thought that we should take things slowly enough. The surprise on my love's face when he saw me was priceless, but confusing as well. I saw his happiness but there was a bit of anger too. Both Aaron and I had agreed on the fact that I shouldn't keep in touch with him while I was absent, thinking that it would help him to move on and get better involved in his relationship with his new Dominant. So, I kind of accepted Jeremy's anger and reproaches that evening, and anyway, it soon faded away once he knew the truth.

The next four months were probably the best of my life.

As agreed, we took things slowly, first with a three-month contract. We needed time to discover each other again, see if we could fit. I personally had no doubt about it. From the moment I saw him in Aaron's office, I knew that my love for him was still intact. I was ready to welcome him back in my life – although he had never left it – and to take things much further than before. I would have proposed him a permanent contract right away. I would have confessed my love for him that first night we spent in my playroom. I would have even proposed to him.

But I knew I couldn't go that fast. I needed to give him time to readjust to us. I would be patient and I didn't really mind since we had our whole life ahead of us. Things progressively went back to normal. I was the happiest man on Earth, slowly rediscovering the man I loved. Obviously, things were not always rainbows and unicorns because Jeremy still has his little temper, but I love it so much. We also still had our differences, but I was ready to accept about anything from him.

One of Jeremy's biggest kinks is multiple-partner scenes. Not one of mine because I kind of like to have him all to myself but I can definitely live with that once in a while. Besides, I must admit that the mock assault I organized with Aaron and Siegfried to celebrate the renewal of our contract before I went to Asia was extremely hot. I had never imagined that I would enjoy seeing my boy used by two other men at the same time. I was ready to reiterate a similar experience about a year and a half ago, just after we renewed our contract.

I had also changed our agreement to a permanent one, confessed my love to him – and I'm sure he heard it although he was drifting to sleep – and I had bought an engagement ring that I was going to offer him. Yes I was going to propose to him. Even if he had never said the three magic little words, I felt deep down that he was ready. There are things you just can't explain. Some things that you just feel, and I could feel Jeremy's love for me. This is no pretentiousness on my side, but he was just my other half and I knew it.

Unfortunately, things didn't go as planned. A sordid twist of fate took him away from me. The threesome I had planned with Aaron never happened. I never got to hear Jeremy say he loved me. I was never allowed to propose to him and offer him the beautiful ring I had bought and which is still waiting on my nightstand in its box.

Since then my life has been hell.

Like I said, I have also experienced that terrible emotion that love can be when you cannot have the special someone beside you. First, there were these two years I spent in Asia, but I guess I don't need to come back on this. In the end, it was nothing compared to what it's been like for the last year and a half. At least, I knew that Jeremy was fine and safe while I was in Japan, even if it hurt.

The worst occurred toward the end of March last year, when he suddenly disappeared, leaving all he had behind and only a farewell letter. We had had kind of a tense evening the day before, but all was sorted out and to make things harder, it was the night I confessed my love to him. He didn't reciprocate the words but at the same time, he was drifting to sleep after some nice sex. The following morning, we parted on good terms and to be honest, I was quite pissed in the evening not to be able to reach him. We had agreed that he would spend the night at my place, but he never showed up and never replied to any of my texts or voice messages.

The letter I found in my mailbox the following day left me broken and despaired. I can still see each word imprinted on that letter. I have read it so many times and shed so many tears over the sheet of paper that it has become barely legible. It doesn't matter because it is entirely etched in my mind forever. My first reaction was a deep shock of course. In this letter, Jeremy said he wanted to see new horizons and to start a new life.

We had barely reunited! How could he want that? I just couldn't believe it was happening. I thought I was going to have a heart attack. I remained dumbfounded for a long moment before I found the strength to call my friend Aaron. Only he knew Jeremy enough to let me know if he had heard about something. Sadly, he was as dumbstruck as I was. The following days are kind of a blur to me, though.

I remember looking for him downtown for hours. I completely searched his apartment for some clues as to where he could have gone. One of Aaron's best friends and also a good friend of mine, Joshua, who is another Dominant of the club, intervened and launched an investigation while I spent the weekend brooding over my thoughts. I ingested so much alcohol over those two days that I can't remember much.

However, I quickly pulled myself back together and understood that something was off. Jeremy would never leave me. Even if he never said it clearly, I knew he was in love with me. I could feel it. I had to trust my guts. It couldn't be another way! I tried to decipher some hidden information in the letter, reading between the lines, but I couldn't find anything suspicious. We had it analyzed by a graphologist who confirmed that it was his handwriting and that it was a bit strained.

This was the only thing I needed to hear to clear all the doubts I may have had. Jeremy had been kidnapped and he was confined against his will. It seems like Tony Jacobson, Joshua's security manager, had the same opinion and he had already hired a private detective to investigate on his disappearance aside of contacting a few people well placed that the knows from the time he was a bodyguard for important people. We also reached out to the police, but Jeremy being a twenty-three-year-old adult who left a letter, they never took his case seriously, so we could only count on Tony's contacts and the private detective.

They followed so many leads that I can barely recall them all. All of Jeremy's friends, family and colleagues were investigated, as well as mine. Both our pasts were searched. There was nothing! Nothing serious enough that led us to him, and yet, I never stopped believing that he was held a captive not that far and for defined purposes. I always tried to avoid thinking too much about where he could be and what his captors could be doing to him. The moments it happened threw me in such a useless state of despair that I was becoming a total mess. So, I never allowed myself to dwell on this.

I also received my parents' support. My father hired another private investigator who concentrated his research on human trafficking, but I'm glad that this one yielded no results. My mother has been visiting me for a week once every two months, just to make sure that her son isn't falling apart, and I must admit that her comfort has always done me a lot of good.

Of course, I never allowed myself to fall apart. I am a freaking Dominant! I'm not saying that things have been easy because they haven't. I've had some very bad moments of depression and despair over the last sixteen months. My throbbing heart has bled a lot. But I did what I could do the best. I drowned myself into work. Seven days a week. Nonstop. That and working out. These two activities are the only things that have kept me standing. They have helped me to focus on anything else other than my lover gone AWOL. My father's company has never been so well on the American continents! And working out has allowed my body to maintain a good physical shape.

All things good, except that it didn't bring me my lover back. None of the leads ever took us anywhere and for almost a year and a half, I never heard back from Jeremy.

Note the use of the past tense.

That was until about three weeks ago when I received a call from Tony during the aftermath of a semi-rescue.

After Jeremy disappeared, I terminated my membership from the Black Diamond. I didn't particularly want to quit the lifestyle, I still felt like a Dominant deep down. I have never felt hostile to it either. It's just that with Jeremy gone, and persuaded that he had been taken away, I no longer had any interest going there. More precisely, I couldn't go there anymore.

One reason was that as long as I didn't know what had become of my love, I would never imagine being with someone else. If his choice had really been to leave me, maybe I would have tried to get over him and start another story with someone new – though I can't even be sure about that. But I knew that he had been stolen from me, against his own will, so I couldn't fathom taking a new Sub while I didn't know in which conditions he was held captive. If need be, I'd live like a widower for the rest of my life.

Another reason was that the club held too many memories. Other places like my house did too, but there, it's been easier to deal with souvenirs. I locked the playroom and haven't set a foot in it ever since then. I have been using one of the guest rooms and moved my clothes there in order to avoid my own bedroom. It only leaves me the living room and the kitchen to manage.

The club is a different story. The only parts I visit there are Aaron's office, my private room and the Black Diamond in itself, and I have memories of Jeremy in the three of them. I wouldn't be able to escape to another area like I do at home when it gets too much. At home, I can just lock myself in the guest room when I can no longer stand the living room.

I know that my four best Dom friends were sad to see me leave but they easily understood, and it doesn't mean we broke all contacts. I still see them once in a while, Aaron and Joshua a bit more often than Mark and Camden. We usually meet for lunch in a restaurant, and I sometimes have dinner with Aaron too. Josh has long stopped inviting me to his place because he knows that I can't handle seeing Liam, his Submissive. I feel terribly sorry for his boy, but just picturing him in my head is hard enough because Jeremy always invites himself in the picture in these moments, so seeing him face to face would only be worse.

Jeremy and Liam had become such good friends... Jer mentored Liam when Joshua brought the young man into the lifestyle almost two years ago, and it seems like there was an instant connection between them. Jeremy's disappearance deeply affected the blond angel. The only good point is that he too was uncomfortable seeing me, so it eased some of my guilt for not providing the young man with the support he may have needed. In any case, Joshua was there for him.

So, I have kept in touch with my friends from the club and I knew that Camden's Submissive had gone missing in early July. It had to revive bad memories of course! The little Noah was abducted in Lisle, a very quiet town where almost nothing ever happens. A bit like Napperville. Of course, Tony immediately launched a new investigation, trying to link it with Jeremy's disappearance. According to him, it couldn't be a coincidence that two submissive members of the same club went missing, even if the conditions were completely different.

I can't say that I felt anything in particular. I wasn't overwhelmed by a huge impression that both boys were together.

And yet...

And yet, it was the case.

Two weeks later, chaos happened.

I am actually still confused by the events, but from what Tony told me, it turns out that there was a criminal Dominant at the club, a Sadist, who arranged my love's abduction a year and a half ago, then that of little Noah this last July, with the help of a shady masochistic Submissive. I have been far too shocked to register all the details, but it happens that the Sub in question, Chris – one that I have never dealt with since he's a masochist – was hoping that with Noah out of his way, he would be able to get Camden into his pants. When he realized that it wouldn't happen, he spilled the beans in an attempt for redemption before he committed suicide.

This is how he revealed that Noah was held captive by that sadist of Andrei – though he didn't mention Jeremy at the time – as well as the location. The rescue was a bit chaotic indeed, and unfortunately, that idiot of Chris also warned Andrei who had time to flee with Jeremy, wounding Camden and leaving Noah behind.

Tony called me that afternoon after Noah reported that he wasn't alone confined in the basement of a mansion, lost in the middle of a forest, and that said companion of misfortune was called Jeremy.

Needless to say, many emotions flooded me when Tony broke the news. There was relief finding out that my love was still alive, obviously. Even if his death was a possibility, I always refused to consider, it was still there at the back of my mind, so it was the little comfort I got. But then, I'd never be able to describe all the feelings of hate, anger, disappointment, sadness, worry and many other that filled me. I couldn't believe that I had been so close to see my boy again. And yet oh so far.

Life is just so unfair. Jeremy has been confined for a year and a half already.

Wasn't it enough?

Didn't fate think he had suffered enough already?

Obviously not... My love had to be taken away again, still in the hands of his captor.

I have tried to follow up on the new investigation, which this time involves the police, but luck is still not on our side. The poor little Noah has been interviewed and he revealed conversations he heard about a flee toward the southern states. Unfortunately, we haven't been anywhere yet and Jeremy is still nowhere to be found.

I don't know how I have survived the last three weeks, but one of the things that has helped me to move on is the prospect of meeting Noah and hear him tell me about Jeremy. He is the last person to have seen my love alive. He is the only person who has spoken to him in the last year and a half. Ever since that Sunday when he was rescued, I have been craving to meet him.

Of course, it wasn't possible right away. The boy was deeply shocked by what happened to him. More importantly, he has been making himself sick with guilt toward Jeremy because he couldn't save him. From what Aaron told me, Noah is really having a hard time and it's quite understandable, but it worries me. He shouldn't feel guilty about Jeremy.

I may believe that fate has been unfair, but had it been my love rescued while Noah was still a captive, I wouldn't tolerate that he feels guilty about it. I would have wanted him to save his own life first, however selfish it sounds. What Noah needs to understand is that the mere knowledge that Jeremy is alive already represents a lot, and had he risked his life to save Jer, we wouldn't have found out. Not mentioning that he'll be able to tell me about Jeremy.

So when Aaron called me this morning to expose his plan for me to reassure Noah and show him how I don't hold any grudge against him, knowing that it would provide me with the opportunity to finally meet him and hear about Jeremy, I didn't think twice about it. Both parts were important to me. I sincerely wanted to reassure the boy, as much as I desired to hear him tell me about Jer.

And this is how barely an hour later I am in Aaron's car, headed toward Lisle where Camden lives, about to see the last person who spoke with the love of my life.

"Will you be okay, Gary?" Aaron suddenly asks as he parks in front of a cute little house in a residential area.

The neighborhood seems to be very quiet indeed. It's hard to believe that a young man was kidnapped only a few hundred yards from here on a Monday morning last July.

"Yeah... don't worry..." I breathe out, but my heart is thumping in my chest, raw emotions filling me.

We silently get out of the car and head for the entrance, Aaron comfortingly wrapping an arm around my shoulders. Shortly after we have rung the bell, the door opens on a rather tired-looking Camden who is holding one of the cutest boys I have ever seen. From the time I was a member of the Black Diamond, my Sadist of a friend only did one-night stands, but I can only understand how he yielded to this young man's beauty. It feels a bit weird to see him as a contracted Dominant, but this is not the emotion that overwhelms me.

No, what strikes me is that little resemblance between Noah and Jeremy. They don't really look physically alike, but there's something similar all the same. Maybe it's the dark hair. Or the shape of these beautiful eyes. Or the slight mischief and rebellious glint in them. Or the stance. Whatever it is, this young man gives off something that painfully reminds me of my love and it takes all my self-control not to fall apart on the doorstep of the house.

However, I can feel the boy's distress and sorrow, and this is what pulls me back together and gives me the strength to pull him into the tightest hug as he starts sobbing and mumbling how sorry he is for Jeremy.

Yeah, Gary! That's what you're here for. You need to show this courageous boy that he is not responsible for what happened to Jer.

You need to reassure him.

And in counterpart, he might tell you a bit about your love.

My name is Gary Campbell. I'm a freaking Dominant. I'm strong. And I'm going to prove it.

Published on 1 February 2018

Sorry for this eventless chapter, but I think it was time for Gary to introduce himself. Summarizing all these years in a chapter was a bit difficult, and it doesn't include everything obviously, but you get a sneak peek into his head, and you'll learn more in further chapters. And if you don't remember what Gary told Noah that day, just check chapter 81 of Twisted Moon ;)

I said I would publish on Friday, but I know some of you eagerly wait for Jeremy to be free, so I have decided to publish this chapter earlier, and tomorrow, you'll get the long-awaited freedom chapter :)

Chronology: new dates are in bold

2009:

August 2009: Jeremy meets Aaron in a small club called the The Little Room (club that Aaron bought that same summer) (TDS Ch4)

Friday 20 November 2009: Jeremy is supposed to have is his first official night at the club, but fights with Devin (TDS Ch6)

Saturday 21 November 2009: First official night for Jer, and he also meets Gary for the first time (TDS Ch6)

2010:

Wednesday 1 September 2010: Jeremy fools around with Ed in the showers, and offered to attend a Dominant training (TDS Ch8)

Saturday 4 September 2010: Mark's last training session, and Gary offers a first contract to Jer (TDS Ch8)

Friday 24 September 2010: Jeremy has interview with Peter Finnigan, his future boss, and his parents announce their move to Minneapolis (TDS Ch10)

Saturday 25 September 2010: Night at the club, he speaks with Chris who is going to have a "punishment" threesome with Master Donovan and Harry. (TDS Ch10)

2011:

Thursday 25 August 2011: Gary announces his move to Asia to Jeremy (TDS Ch12)

Friday 16 September 2011: Gary moved to Asia (TDS Ch12)

Saturday 15 October 2011: Jeremy messes up, he's punished by Aaron, who advises him a contract with Master Siegfried (TDS Ch12)

Sometime October 2011: Jeremy played a scene with Camden

2012:

Wednesday 3 October 2012: Jeremy is turning 22, and receives a birthday card from Gary (TDS Ch14)

Friday 5 October 2012: The gangbang at the club (TDS Ch14)

2013:

Tuesday 8 October 2013: Noah's first abduction in Detroit and his escape during the car crash (TM Ch25)

Sunday 27 October 2013: Liam joins the lifestyle and meets Jeremy for the first time (IWG Ch29)

Saturday 2 November 2013: Andrei becomes a member of the club (IWG Ch32)

Saturday 23 November 2013: Andrei invites Jeremy for a drink the evening that Josh loses it after two Doms tried to get into Liam's pants (IWG Ch37)

Saturday 30 November 2013: Jeremy declines Andrei's offer, and this is Gary's return (TDS Ch16, IWG Ch39)

Friday 6 December 2013: Gary and Jeremy sign their new contract after Gary's return from Asia (IWG Ch39)

2014:

Friday 21 March 2014: Gary collars Jeremy at the club (IWG Ch44 and TDS Ch18)

Saturday 22 March 2014: Liam and Jeremy discover the marks on Chris' back further to a strong whipping the evening before (IWG Ch44)

Tuesday 25 March 2014: Gary and Jeremy have a little argument about the upcoming weekend (TDS Ch1)

Wednesday 26 March 2014: Jeremy's abduction (IWG Ch45/46 – TDS Ch1) and writing of the letter (TDS Ch3)

Thursday 27 March 2014: Introduction to Fabio and guards (TDS Ch5)

Friday 3 April 2014: Example of training and first time Fabio "entirely" abuses Jeremy; then, Jeremy's attempt to escape during the night (TDS Ch7)

Saturday 4 April 2014: Jeremy is punished by Andrei in the early evening, then Timmy arrives and takes care of him (TDS Ch9)

Sunday 5 April 2014: Jeremy really meets Timmy, and attends Timmy's "monthly intercourse" (TDS Ch9)

Saturday 19 April 2014: Andrei returns to the club after his one-month ban, and gets whipped in public (IWG Ch51)

Sunday 20 April 2014: Jeremy's "first time" with Andrei (TDS Ch11)

Thursday 7 August 2014: Shannon and Mark sign their contract (meaning he never met Gary or Jeremy, same for Alex since he joins in October 2014, or Noah since he became Cam's Sub in 2015)

Sunday 9 November 2014: Alex signs a contract with Mark and Shan

2015:

Friday 20 March 2015: Timmy has been sick for ten days, and he dies on the following day (TDS Ch13)

Thursday 31 March 2015: Noah becomes Camden's Sub (TM Ch38)

Sunday 5 April 2015: Chris signed a contract with Andrei (mentioned in TM Ch47)

Friday 17 April 2015: Noah becomes a certified member of the club (TM Ch46) and this is the evening that Chris makes a pact with the Devil. This is also the first time Chris gets to abuse Jeremy (TDS Ch15)

Saturday 18 April 2015: Noah is officially "introduced" to Andrei for the first time on the parking lot of the club (TM Ch47)

Saturday 20 June 2015: Noah's first public scene at the Black Diamond (TM Ch60)

Sunday 21 June 2015: Andrei's visit (without Chris) and Jeremy's suicide attempt (TDS Ch17)

Monday 22 June 2015: Andrei visited Jeremy after the failed suicide attempt (TDS Ch19)

Monday 6 July 2015: Noah's abduction (TM Ch62/64 TDS Ch19)

Saturday 11 July 2015: Noah is introduced to Jeremy for the first time before Andrei's first visit (TM Ch66 TDS Ch19)

Sunday 19 July 2015: Noah is rescued and Andrei fled (TM Ch72-74, TDS Ch20)

Sunday 9 August 2015: Gary visits Noah (TDS Ch21, TM Ch81)

Tuesday 25 August 2015: The infamous cliffhanger with Joshua's call (TM Ch84)