The Darker Side Of The Moon - Book 4 of the Black Moon series - Chapter 4: An Intriguing Encounter

August 2009

"Come on, guys!!! Move!!!" Chad exclaims, trying to push Connor and me further in the line.

Connor breaks our kiss and tugs me forward to close the distance with the other people who are also queuing in front of us. I notice the disgust on their face as they glance at our noisy group of friends, but more particularly at my fingers laced with Connor's. I think my friend caught that too and since he is in alpha mode tonight, he pulls me against his chest and resumes our previous activity, openly groping my backside while his tongue invades my mouth.

Connor is just like that. He likes to provoke people and especially those who have a problem with gays. I am not any better, so my hands freely roam all over his chest, quickly descending toward his groin where I can feel a hard-on poking against mine.

"Ugh Jer and Connor... Can you calm down a bit?" Alicia whisper-shouts at us, embarrassment clear in her voice.

This bitch has never enjoyed being at the center of attention, and yet, she didn't protest too much every time that this jock of Abel banged her in the girls' restrooms or made her blow him on the parking lot of our high school. Well, I never liked her but she's Connor's cousin and he never resolved to leave her aside when we all go out together. She doesn't really have a problem with her cousin being gay, but she doesn't like him to show it off. Like he would care!

"Are you jealous, Al?" I ask her with a smirk. "Why don't you let Chad, Dylan or Landon get into your panties? I'm sure they'd agree to that..." I add, wriggling my eyebrows and peeking at our other friends next to her. The guys laugh out and close on her, wrapping their arms around her waist and shoulders, but she pushes them away.

"Ugh, thank you but no thank you!" she spits. Yeah sure, Bitch. I know she wouldn't say no to Dylan. "I'm just wondering why you two decided to go out if all you wanted was to fuck... You could have stayed home instead..."

"That's because having sex in public and in a forbidden place is much more fun! You should know that..." I tease her, earning a painful pinch on my butt from Connor.

"Leave her alone, Jer," Chad sighs. "It's almost our turn anyway..."

The line moves on then and we are finally allowed inside The Little Room, a fairly small nightclub in the northeast of Chicago. This is not the best in town, but it is one that welcomes gays as much as straight people, so we usually go there, which makes me wonder what those jerks in front of us are doing here if they are homophobic. Besides, considering how often we go out, it is much more affordable than the most famous clubs of the city, especially for 18-year-old teenagers.

Since it's summer time, we don't have to stop by the cloak desk to drop off coats or whatever, so our group immediately heads toward the main room down below. Chad has already spotted a chick in the line, so he doesn't follow us and stays behind to wait for the girl and her friends, keeping Landon with him. I swear these two guys must have been rabbits in a previous life and I wonder how many girls they are going to dig in tonight. The rest of us scan the room for opportunities as we take the open staircase down to the dance floor, and I notice two very handsome males among the crowd, that I point out to Connor, and his grin widens.

Connor and I are not serious, we're not even boyfriends. We like each other but it stops at our friendship. To be honest, I'm not even sure about the friend word; let's say we often hang out together because you know, you have to have friends when you're too bored of being alone – and it's nice to be in a gang, even if said gang doesn't have that much of a gang. We don't even get along greatly, we don't share any passion and our tastes differ in about everything, except fights; and men. We like them well-built, powerful and clearly leading.

In short, we are bottoms. Our little show earlier was just the kind of fun we like to have to irk people. We also like to hunt partners together, and many a time, we shared them, but when it turns out fruitless for the both of us, it sometimes happens that we end up either at his parents' house or mine, because well... we're young and full of stamina; and we need release, right? Needless to say that when two bottoms fuck together, it requires a bit of convincing to find out who is going to play the top, but I'm pretty good at that; meaning I often get the privilege of taking his rather fat cock up my ass.

But at the end of the day, that's all there is: some time spent together doing shit; a bit of fucking; and fights.

We were always considered bad guys at school, messing up in class – when we attended – and talking back to teachers; doing one stupid thing after the other; stealing once in a while; and starting fights with other guys. Being a bottom doesn't mean you're the weak and tamed one, right? I have a freaking temper. I'm quite the rebel one and I tend to shout out a bit too easily, which has often gotten me into trouble and if it weren't for my athletic form and the fact that I can flee quickly, I would have died about a dozen times already. Well until the day it will really happen, but would I miss this world? Would anyone miss me in this world? There's nothing any less sure.

As expected, Dylan drags Alicia to the opposite side of the dancefloor – is Mr. Timid eventually going to take the first step and slip his hand, or something else, inside her panties? – while Connor and I slowly weave our way through the crowd toward the two handsome guys.

Both of them are tall and freaking hot. The one with very dark hair gives off a strong sense of dominance and authority while the blond haired one looks more like a follower, though still with a powerful aura. They are dancing together but they don't seem to be really into it; more like they are looking for something or someone, their eyes shifting from one person to another. Yeah, it seems like these guys are also on a hunt evening, and I wouldn't mind being their prey.

Our technique is always the same. We never hit directly. Instead, we expose our bodies as bait and wait for the shark to catch the little fish. By exposing ourselves, I mean we dance in very sexy ways, swaying our hips and butts with a lot of sensuality. Most of the time, it does the trick. All false modesty aside, we are quite handsome guys; definitely not sex gods, but cute enough to attract sex beasts. However, it doesn't seem to work very well tonight and after about an hour trying to catch the two men's attention, and failing miserably, I decide to give up and look for other guys at the bar with Connor. Too bad because the dark-haired guy was really hot, hot, hot!

At the bar, there is another cute man there that would totally do for the night and while Connor hits on another one, I start a conversation with a certain Sebastian. The guy doesn't seem to be really up for anything else than talking but I still try my luck. The right attitude, a few winks and appropriate touches can definitely lead a man into your pants if you put a little effort in it. An hour and a couple of drinks later – alcohol-free unfortunately since I'm only 18, Sebastian and I are kissing and making out on a couch in the lounge area.

It turns out that my first assumptions about the man were wrong. It didn't take him long before he grabbed my hand and led me to a quieter place and if the hardness in his pants is any indication, I am under the impression I might get laid tonight. As I am laying over him, his right hand has now slipped past the large waistband of my jeans and his fingers are kneading my left buttock, getting dangerously, or pleasurably close to the crack of my ass. All of a sudden, one of his fingers becomes a little more daring and pokes at my entrance, forcing a loud moan out of my mouth.

"Are you clean down there?" he asks, panting heavily.

"Not really, but we can try to find condoms..." I offer. Ugh these cleanliness freaks!!

"That's fine, never mind..." he replies after a few seconds. "Let's go to the restrooms... The ones over there are rarely visited," he says, pointing at the opposite side of the main room.

Well, it seems like someone is more eager than I thought and a few minutes later, the guy is pushing me down to my knees in one of the large stalls before he pulls out his junk and starts stroking his pretty long shaft.

"I bet you don't have any lube either, so you may want to lubricate my dick before it goes into you. Don't count on me for rimming your hole if you're not clean!" he says.

Well, I had guessed that much, and I definitely don't want him to fuck me raw, so I take him in my mouth. His cock doesn't taste great on my tongue, but I still apply myself as best as I can to smear a lot of saliva along his shaft, until he has decided he had enough and pulls me up to my feet. He pins me face against the wall and unceremoniously undoes my jeans that he pulls down to my ankles together with my boxer briefs. Oh gosh! This guy totally looks like an alpha and I love to be manhandled like this.

"Hmm, you've got a cute little ass... I hope it's ready to welcome me..." he then says, parting my buttocks and spitting between them.

Dang! Not even a bit of preparation for my hole? Before I know it, he presses himself against my back and guides his stick toward my entrance before he slowly penetrates me. He is not extra thick but he's longer than any other man I had before, and I painfully feel every inch of his cock that passes the ring of muscles due to the lack of lube. Once he is sat deep inside of me, he has the kindness to wait for a couple of minutes to let me adjust before he starts pounding into me.

"You like that, huh? I'm going to fuck you until that little hole clenches on my dick..."

Holy crap! That guy is good! As he rams into my ass, his powerful fingers dig in my hips, gripping them firmly to make them meet each of his hard thrusts. He rarely misses my prostate and I quickly feel the pleasure build inside me. Using my left hand as support against the wall, I reach for my erection with the right one and begin to stroke it. This hard pounding is so enticing that I won't last for long.

Well, this was without counting on a sudden intruder... Someone who barges into the restrooms and bangs on our door.

"Sebastian!!! Open that door!!" a feminine voice squeals. Said Sebastian freezes right away; deep inside my ass, to make it clear. "I know you're in there!!"

"What the hell?" I groan.

"Fuck..." he cusses in a low voice. "Just shut up..." He slowly pulls out of me, tucking himself back into his pants. I guess our fricfrac is over, so I also pull up my pants.

"Sebastian!!! Get out of here!!" the girl repeats and Sebastian only gestures for me to keep quiet, but the main door opens again and this time, several people seem to walk in. So much for the rarely-visited restrooms!

"Is he in there?" a deep voice growls, making Sebastian blanch.

"I'm sure he is..." the girl says, almost sobbing.

"Get outta here, motherfucker! And pray that you're alone in there or I swear you'll regret ever hurting my little sister!!" the guy barks behind our door. Holy shit! What have I gotten myself into again? Fuck!! And that idiot doesn't react! He seems to be petrified! "I give you two more seconds and I break the damn door!"

"Go!!!!!" I whisper-yell to him but there's no more reaction. Anyway, there are suddenly loud thuds on the door, which opens abruptly after three blows, violently hurting my shoulder.

"You motherfucker!! You disgusting motherfucker!! Ewwww!!!" a huge guy yells as he takes in what's inside the stall. That's his sister's boyfriend from what I understand and another guy, me. I quickly notice at least four or five more bulky lads behind him as well as a petite young woman whose eyes are now wide opened. Holy fuck! It sucks!

"I always knew that bitch was a fairy in reality!" another man says.

"Disgusting homos... Let's beat the crap out of them!" a third one says, but before they have time to do anything, I take them by surprise and dart out of the stall, pushing the girl to the side. I don't intend to stay there a minute longer!

"Where do you think you're going?" a man growls, blocking the exit.

"You bitch!!!!" the girl squeals, pulling me back by the hair. "How dare you mess up with MY boyfriend?"

Well sorry, bitch! Seems like your boyfriend prefers asses to your vagina! Too bad he chose mine, though! From then, things get a bit messy and a fight starts. The problem is that they are seven against the both of us and even if I only get the girl and two guys taking care of me while Sebastian gets four men, it's not really balanced.

The girl is trying to scratch my skin with her nails and one of the hunks is punching my face and abs while the other one is holding me from behind. Shit, that hurts, and I can't even defend myself properly. I don't really care about what is happening with Sebastian, I have enough dealing with my own problem as blows rain on my body.

Thank God, it seems like their arrival alerted security and several bouncers soon invade the space. Fortunately for us, they immediately spot who are the victims and who are the assaulters. Once they have pulled away the girl and one of the guys, I manage to get a bit of revenge on my third attacker and even break his nose despite my bruised and sore body.

"What the fuck is going on here?" a very deep voice booms suddenly.

The one second of distraction it engenders earns me a huge blow in the face from Broken Nose that makes me see stars and fall on the floor, but I still have time to notice that the voice belongs to the dark-haired man I saw earlier and who ignored me while I was dancing with Connor.

"ENOUGH!!!" I hear him shout out, but I am on the verge of fainting now and I barely register what happens next, drown in a dizzy state.

When I get back to myself, I am in what seems to be an office, lying on an old leather couch. My entire body is sore, and I feel like I have been run over by a truck. Two distinct sounds echo in my ears. One is the muffled music of the nightclub coming from a distance; the second one if the rustling of paper being flipped through and this one is much closer. I try to sit up, wincing, and see that same guy again. He is so fucking handsome despite the stern expression on his face.

"Are you finally awake?" he grunts, not even looking up from his documents. "How are you feeling?"

"What the fuck am I doing here?" I ask bitterly, but as he raises his head and looks in my direction, the darkness of his chocolate eyes puts me off immediately.

"I asked you a question! How are you feeling?" he repeats dryly.

"I'll survive..." I grumble, rolling my eyes. This is not the worst I've seen.

"Well, I should hope so," he snorts as he rises to his feet and comes to sit down beside me, yet keeping a decent distance. "My name is Aaron Cox," he states. I stifle a chuckle at that, I'm not sure he'd appreciate some lewd jokes on his name, but damn... that's tempting! "I'm the new owner of this nightclub. And you are..." he continues, trailing off and revealing what I recognize as my wallet in his hands, from which he pulls out my ID. "Jeremy Brown."

"Hey!!! That's mine!!" I exclaim and as I try to snatch it from him, he raises his hand and rests it against my chest, keeping me at distance.

"Sit back down!" he barks. Fuck! My body aches and although this guy is sexy as fuck, I really need to leave this place!

"But I gotta go home now..." I groan.

"I still need your version of the story," he then says expectantly.

"Now...?"

"Not next year, obviously!"

I don't dare to tell him that I'd rather go home and sleep now, because he doesn't look like the type of guy you want to mess up with. And yet, there is something reassuring emanating from him; something that compels me to blurt out what exactly happened from the moment I sat at the bar to the fight. I don't know what gets into me, but with this Aaron guy who keeps encouraging me to tell him more, I don't leave out any details, even those which might be embarrassing.

Once I am done recounting all the events, he stares at me for a long moment, forcing me to eventually avert my eyes. Shit! How could I tell him so much? Embarrassment is filling me, and I hope he can't see the rosy tint covering my face.

"Do you realize how irresponsible your behavior is?" he suddenly asks in a dry tone that sweeps my awkwardness away. Is he kidding? It was just a little fight! Well, maybe not, but I won't admit that.

"Huh, I would have been able to get out of this mess on my own!" I huff back at him.

"This is not what I saw or what the security guys told me... But anyway, it's not what I'm talking about."

"What else?" I ask, a bit confused by the seriousness on his face. He sighs and shakes his head, shifting on the couch to completely face me. His black shirt hugs him so perfectly that it shows off a fairly powerful chest and the rolled-up sleeves display strong forearms.

"What else?" he repeats with heavy sarcasm. "From what I understood, you didn't know that guy before tonight. Haven't you ever heard about STDs? Don't you know what safe sex is?"

"Oh that..."

"Yeah that! Is that a recurrent habit of yours to have unprotected sex with just anyone?"

"That's none of your business!" I reply defiantly. Who does he think he is? My father?

"You're right, that's none of my business. All I'm saying is that if you intend to see your twentieth birthday, you should be careful."

"I don't really care..." I reply. Of course, I have heard about all these diseases you can catch while having unprotected sex, but I seriously think I have more chances to die in a fight than one of these occasions I get laid.

"You should because it's serious!"

"And I don't care! Now I'd like to go back home," I reply, trying to get up from the couch.

"Wait! Why don't you care?" he insists, making me sit back on the couch.

There is almost a glint of despair in his tone, and as much as his expression is very difficult to read, the way his eyebrows furrow clearly shows some sort of sincere concern.

But heck! Do I really need to explain this too?

Do I really need to tell him I don't have much faith in my life and in my future in general?

The problem is that I wouldn't be able to explain why I am like this. I am not coming from a difficult family. My parents are quite loving, and they never treated me badly. I am just like that. There's a little devil in me, I think, and I have always excelled at hiding my mistakes or blaming them on others. My parents have often tried to lead me back on the right tracks, but the little demon in me keeps pushing me toward troubles and bad company.

"Because at the end of the day, all I want is to get laid..." I smirk back at him, deciding to go for a big lie, though this is not that much of a tale.

As far as his worry is concerned, what I really look for with these one-night stands is some fun and pleasure. Give me a hot male, and I'll let him go into my pants as much as he wants.

"There are safe ways to get laid!" he exclaims, and he seems to be hesitating to add something while he's peering at me, so I wait for him to go on. "I think you're saying only half-truths here, but if sex is one of your mottos, there are safe environments for that, you know?"

"Safe environments?" I chuckle. "And what would that be? Finding a boyfriend and be loyal to him? That's not really what I'm looking for. I like variety..." I boast off. I see his eyes squint as if he is trying to decipher something through my words. "Anyway, I don't see what it would matter to you, unless you expect me to blow you off..."

"Shut up! And listen to me," he orders dryly. His tone is so authoritative that I sit back down on the couch and wait. He first checks something on my ID and then stares at me for a long moment. "It doesn't seem like a fake document, so I guess you're really eighteen?"

"Almost nineteen actually."

"Have you ever heard about BDSM?"

"Nope. What does it stand for? Big Dicks Stink Much?" I reply, pretty satisfied with my joke. Well, this Aaron guy doesn't seem to find it very funny, though the corners of his mouth stretch a little.

"Do you really think big dicks stink?"

"Definitely not! Is that an offer?" I ask defiantly.

"Not the kind you're thinking of. BDSM actually stands for Bondage and Discipline, Dominance and Submission, Sadism and Masochism."

"That's more words than there are letters..." I snort, interrupting him. He doesn't seem to like my humor seeing how he scowls at me, so I quickly recover my seriousness. "Okay, fine... yeah, I've heard a bit about that, but what's your point?"

"BDSM is a serious lifestyle for the people who are into it and live it to its full extent, but it can also be an idealistic haven for people like you who like variety as you put it, as long as you practice it in a safe and serious place," he tries to explain, but he only manages to confuse me more.

"I still don't understand what you mean..." I reply with irritation because I am getting really tired now.

"Okay, I'll make it short and simple for now and if you're interested, I'll give you more details on another day. Basically, in this lifestyle, there are Dominants and Submissives. The Submissive surrenders his powers to a Dominant who will control him and guide him toward a better life. That's for those who live the experience to the fullest and apply it to their life in general. This lifestyle also includes a lot of sex and as far as this aspect is concerned, the concept is pretty much the same. The Sub allows the Dom to take control of his body and in return, the Dom provides the greatest pleasures to the Sub. Full bliss. By abandoning all powers and submitting to the Dom, the Sub is on the receiving end of huge pleasure. And certain places provide a lot sexy hunks ready to pleasure young twinks like you."

He pauses for a long moment and I let the information sink in. Of course, I have vaguely heard about BDSM before. I can't say I am an expert in that matter, but I am smart enough to know in which category I would belong. Would I be able to trust someone to abandon my powers to him? What I mostly register is the promise of pleasure and the opportunity to meet plenty of sexy guys, which is clearly what I seek. What I don't get is how it all works. Where do I meet such people?

"I see that part of the concept rings a bell to you... I own another nightclub in Chicago, much bigger than this one, and it holds a private club inside that I opened about a year and a half ago. This is a gay BDSM club that is expanding rather quickly. At the moment, there are about a hundred dominant members and a similar number of Submissives. Some of them are under contracts... meaning they are like couples, but mostly on a temporary basis. Others don't want to involve themselves into contracts and they just go there to indulge in sex. However, everything has to remain consensual and safe."

"You mean... people go to that club to have sex with other people... among other people?" I ask, already imagining a huge orgy and feeling myself getting hard.

"That's a bit more complex than that and you would have to see for yourself to grab a better understanding of how things work. Let's say that some people perform what are called scenes on a stage, which is kind of a roleplay; that's part of the show. There are also playrooms people can rent for private performances. And yeah, sometimes others just have sex in the main room. You look... interested..." he then smirks, his eyes focusing on my groin.

"Ugh... I don't know..." I lie, shifting in order to hide the bulge in my pants.

"Yeah, keep telling yourself that... Anyway, it's getting late and the club will soon close. Do you need a ride home?" he asks as we both stand up.

"No, thanks... I'll walk back home..."

"Walk? What if those guys are waiting for you outside?" he growls, scowling at me. His worry is sweet, but I can defend myself!

"I can run..."

"No way, I'll drive you."

"No way!!" I exclaim, mimicking his tone, and the way he raises his eyebrows could almost make me laugh if it weren't for the rest of his face being so stern.

"Yes way! Let's go!" he orders, grabbing a jacket on his chair and leading me out of the office.

Shit! It seems like I don't have much of a choice, and I doubt fighting him would help, so I eventually give in and follow him. On our way out, he stops by another office full of screens and computers, bidding goodbye to some security guys. Once in his SUV, he asks me to insert my address in the navigation system – but I only put an adjacent street to my home – and then he slips a Bluetooth earplug in his ear before he dials a number on his phone.

"Hey Gary, it's Aaron. How did it go at the Diamond?" he asks, as he starts off the car and drives out of the parking lot.

".........."

"Ok, perfect! I'll see this with Mike tomorrow. Thanks again for tonight!"

".........."

"It was okay. I'll call you back tomorrow and let you know. Have a good night!"

Once his conversation is over, he remains silent and I don't dare to pull him out of his thoughts. I don't even know why I accepted that he drives me back. He said he owns the club, but how do I know he isn't a dangerous person? What if he is a psychopath and decides to kill me? Oh Gosh! My mind is running wild! Where do these thoughts come from? This guy has only been kind to me and despite his strict appearances, he gives off a lot of sincerity and safety.

He is actually quite intriguing and so is that BDSM club he mentioned earlier. The idea sounds quite appealing to me, to be honest, and I am curious about this lifestyle. I'll have to look up on the internet to find out more about it. When he pulls off along the road side at the address I put in, I get ready to hop out of the car, but he grabs my arm and holds me back.

"Wait a second. You should consider what I told you about tonight. I think you could fit in this lifestyle," he says gently.

"What makes you say so? How would you know?" I huff back at him with a chuckle that earns me another scowl.

"I'm pretty good at detecting people. I think I found two potential Dominants tonight, and... probably a potential Submissive," he replies with a lot of confidence and that makes me flinch.

"How can I find that club if I... am interested?" I ask hesitantly.

"You can't find it. Well, not so easily and you wouldn't be able to get in without an invitation as long as you're not a member. Here, there's my number on this," he says, pulling a small card from his sun visor and handing it to me. "Don't pick just any information you could find on the subject; there's a lot of bullshit, especially on the internet. Just call me when you're ready to find out more about it."

"Okay... thanks..." I mumble, ready to get out, but before I do so, I can't help turning back to look at him one last time. "Why... why are you doing this for me?"

He takes a few seconds to ponder on this, staring at me intensely before he lets out a heavy sigh.

"Because you remind me a bit of someone," he explains in a low voice that holds a lot of nostalgia. "Because I feel you need guidance. You may want to enjoy the lifestyle for sex for a while, but if you ever find the right Dominant for you, I'm sure he'll be able to help you to build yourself a nice future. Now go get some sleep and take care of those bruises!" he then says.

"Okay... Thanks again for the ride!" I say as I get out.

After some quick goodbyes, I watch his car disappear into another street and I walk the rest of the way to my parents' house, my head full of hot males in leather. I don't know where I get this idea from, but it certainly arouses me again.

Fuck! I didn't even get any release tonight! It seems like my hand is going to have to do the job again! And I might jack off to this gorgeous man I just met...

Published on 22 November 2017

So there you got a peek into Jeremy's life just before he joined the lifestyle and how he met Aaron. Despite a good family environment, he was quite an unruly teenager, but count on the Master Dom to tame some of these aspects, until someone else goes even deeper :)

Note that none of Joshua, Mark or Camden has moved to Chicago at that time, Josh being the first just a month later, so you'll get to see him in the next flashback.

If you're looking for a good story to read, please check JaneyJordan  's Growing Season. I know some of you have already, but if you haven't, it's more than worth it. Her writing is fantastic, the story wonderful, and the characters super-attaching. It's not BDSM related, it's everyday-life, just very relatable and really good!

In the meantime, thanks again for all the votes and comments, have a good week and be ready to meet (again) Fabio (Snobbish), Will (Crewcut) and Bill (Baldhead) in the next update...

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)

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)

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)

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 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:

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)

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

Monday 6 July 2015: Noah's abduction (TM Ch62)

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

Sunday 19 July 2015: Noah is rescued (TM Ch72-74)

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