Eclipse Of The Moon ~ Book 1 of Aaron
Chapter 70
Cop & Thief Night

Friday 31 December 2004

If I were a character in the Harry Potter saga – Harry Potter himself for instance – and if the mirror in my bathroom were the Mirror of Erised, it would currently display a reflection of me surrounded by three other men. Three tall dark-haired men. Three gorgeous men dressed in leather trousers and combat boots. Three sex gods I would gladly invite in a fivesome with any Sub at the Hell Fire. Three men I am terribly missing and would desperately have around me today.

Unfortunately, I am not a character of the series I recently began to read upon Lina's advice, and even more unfortunate is the fact that one of these men is enjoying his Christmas break in Australia, another has his parents visiting him in Paris and the last one will endeavor to spend valuable time with his baby brother in New Jersey. I wish I could have at least joined Camden in Collingswood, but the eastern State is still forbidden territory for my tortured soul.

I honestly can't wait for the day when my three childhood friends and I are done with our respective studies. Once full and autonomous grown-ups, I suppose it will be easier for us to meet more often, but meanwhile, I shouldn't complain. Tonight, I will still be surrounded by people I dearly love to walk into 2005, and what's more, it will occur through what I expect to be a mind-blowing night of kinky sex.

Okay, perhaps not mind-blowing, but it will be much more interesting than being on my own playing with my hand, right?

Rather than brooding over my painful nostalgia and hopes for a future near my best friends, I focus on the upcoming evening at the Hell Fire and the themed event. Cop and Thief Night... Now that should be interesting... It holds promises of relative dominance – relative because Kayden and I aren't certified Doms yet and will be under the close control of Ivan – and rough fucking, pervert acts and blissful sex.

How do I know?

Well, it is quite obvious. Ivan wouldn't have conceded for two Doms in training to attend and participate in a night at the Hell Fire if he hadn't already written down the full scenario of the scene he will let us indulge in and made us study it thoroughly. Yes, he did that. After our last training session, he not only gave us a copy of our evening Sub's activity sheet but he also produced a two-page script of the scene we will play tonight. One that I have read over and over; one that I have shamelessly jacked off to twice already; one that has my dick swell as I remember all the great details he put into the scenario.

Damn it!

It's no time for brooding, but it's no time for getting too excited either because we have a busy day coming ahead, so I quickly gather my spirits together, finish brushing my teeth and slip on a pair of boxer briefs before I exit my bathroom.

Time to wake up the beast!

It's only 9:30, and I know that Ivan didn't get home until after 4 this morning, but he asked me to wake him up early enough so that we'd have enough time to finalize the preparations for New Year's Eve at the club. I could just bang on his door and shout him to get up, but my earlier nostalgia and deep affection for the man compel me to noiselessly walk into his bedroom and to gently wake him up. Once at the foot of his bed, I can't resist ogling the beautiful naked body lying on the right side of the mattress.

Tanned skin.

Chiseled muscles.

Arousing backside.

Semi-erect cock.

Sexy chest hair and happy trail.

Willing my own rod to quiet down in my underwear, I hold off my weight and softly crawl on the bed to lie down beside my mentor. As he grunts in his sleep and shifts to rest on his left side, I can't help smirking at the fine ass he is offering me, and yet, despite my earlier arousal, nostalgia and tenderness take over. My eternal need for physical affection and cuddles win over my – not less eternal – libido. With much gentleness, I cautiously snuggle up against him, circling my arm around his stomach and leaning my head over his shoulder.

Ivan's scent never fails to dissipate any morose mood I may have.

His warmth never fails to appease whatever eats up my mind.

I just feel good around him. Even if he often gets on my nerves, and even if I sometimes grow tired of his excessive dominance, I know deep down that I am not anywhere ready to part away from him. He is my rock; my guiding light; my role-model.

"You OK, Menino?" he grunts, unable to completely hide his concern.

Quite startled by his sudden voice when I thought he was still asleep, I slightly prop myself up and see that his eyes are still closed.

"Of course. Why do you ask?"

"It's quite surprising not to feel your erection when your cock's so close to my butt."

"I could remedy to that," I joke, playfully humping his backside. "Would you let me?"

"Not even in your fucking dreams," he snorts as he rolls to face me and tenderly pulls me against his chest. "So? What's this sudden display of affection?"

"Can't a junior still enjoy cuddles with his mentor once he's training as a Dom?" I grumble against his sternum.

"Oh that he can. I'd even say he's highly encouraged to," he sighs with much fondness.

"You do like my clingy self, don't you?"

"I've always loved Cuddly Aaron, yeah."

"Well, I'd gladly prolong this moment, but we have a big day and you yet have to shower and dress up," I chip as I pull away from him and jump off his bed.

"Are you trying to boss me around?" he growls with mock indignation, leaning his head into his right hand, totally oblivious of his gorgeous nakedness.

"Possibly. Now get up and get ready. Your breakfast will be ready in ten," I add before I walk out, hearing an exasperated sigh as I shut the door.

Bossing Ivan around? As much as the thought pleases me, that would only be in my wildest dreams. He wouldn't let me. In fact, I am certain that he will now take his sweet time and show up in the kitchen in at least twenty minutes, just to prove that he is the one making decisions.

Once I have slipped into jeans, sockets, my favorite Converse and a blue tee-shirt, I head back downstairs and finish preparing his breakfast. And almost half an hour after I left his bedroom, Mister Ivan eventually shows up at the island counter, smirking like an idiot. I ignore his affront and silently watch him gulp down his meds with a glass of pineapple juice, eat his toast and drink down his tea. I can tell that he is trying to challenge my patience eating slowly and throwing me mischievous glances, but I don't say a word or exhale a sigh of annoyance. The smile on my lips remains earnest; and it's only when he has decided that we should go – through a frustrated grunt – that I get off my stool and follow him to the car.

Yeah... I believe I won this game, and I'm quite proud of myself.

* * *

The day goes in a blur, barely leaving us a minute to breathe, but thanks to Ivan's ever well-organized self, the schedule he had planned runs to the perfection and all items get checked off the to-do-list he had made. By 7pm, we are ready.

All the necessary equipment and accessories have been moved from one of the stocking rooms to the main room, dusted, thoroughly cleaned or sterilized, and settled, which actually takes us – and the Hell Fire staff – most of the day. Once we have moved all the couches and armchairs around the main room and settled everything, the BDSM club kind of looks like a huge police station with cages of various sizes, desks, chairs and the typical accessories such as shackles, holsters with fake guns, batons – oh, those... I know what I want to do with them... – and hats. Of course, the guests will also find the usual kinky BDSM accessories, and the settling is quite basic, but the spirit is here.

While Ivan goes to check on the preparation of the Heaven Water, I welcome the caterer and watch over the installation of all the tables and food for the evening. When the boss returns, it is time for a briefing meeting with Mike and his security staff who will have to be particularly cautious for any potential misdemeanors, just in case some members get carried away during their roleplay.

"Here's a short list of the Doms and Subs I want you to closely watch over," Ivan says professionally, handing a piece of paper with five names to Mike, and I manage to spot Siegfried's on it. "These include the roughest Doms and one Sub particularly known for mischiefs. Doesn't mean they'll infringe rules or go overboard, and naturally, I want you to keep a close eye on everyone."

"What about the two trainees?" Mike asks sternly, making me roll my eyes.

"You can add Kayden and Aaron to the list indeed, even if they won't leave my side and will be under my surveillance."

I am about to protest, but Ivan throws me his no-nonsense glare, so I remain quiet. Neither Kayden nor I would dare to get in trouble when we are so grateful for the exception Ivan makes, and I trust that his presence will be more than enough to keep us in check, but I understand his reluctance and caution. Knowing that one of the security guys will probably focus on us won't prevent me from enjoying the evening.

A few minutes later, we are meeting the rest of tonight's staff for last recommendations. The boys know their job and at the end of the day, it won't be much different than usual in terms of serving and dealing with the members of the Hell Fire, so this one goes quickly.

The Cop and Thief Night is due to start at 9pm – therefore in a little over an hour – and guests will soon start arriving to get ready. The first one is already hovering by the entrance hall, and after this long and busy day, throughout which my excitement has kept growing, I suddenly burst into a cheer of joy when I realize that the blonde is my newest friend.

"Hey K! Are you ready for the night?" I ask cheerfully as I pull Kayden into a tight hug.

"As much as you are it seems," he claims just as loud.

"It's gonna be such fun... you should see the room... and the accessories... and..."

"Will you two calm down?" Ivan groans, making us still and shut up right away. "Don't make me regret my decision to invite you to the party. I swear that if you don't take this seriously, you'll end up in the pool of thieves."

His threat achieves to dampen our excitement – rightfully so, I must admit. Kayden and I immediately adopt a more Dom-like attitude, standing straight and recovering our seriousness.

"Sorry, Master Ivan. I'm a bit early, but I was ready, so I thought I could..."

"No worries, Kayden. You're on time. Most guests will soon show up too and it'll give me the opportunity to have a word with you two," Ivan states sternly.

Oh, here we go again with the recommendations, lecture or whatever.

"Have you both revised the activity sheet I gave you?"

"Yes, Sir," Kayden and I reply with all due respect before I add: "He barely has any hard limits, at least none that we might reach tonight in all the activities involved in the scenario you prepared."

My sigh somewhat filled with annoyance earns me a dark scowl from the Master Dom, but we have already discussed this several times and his lecture is getting old. Well, at least to me; not Kayden... So I might as well rein in my unruly temper and behave. I certainly don't want to end up on the thieves' side tonight.

"Talking about the scenario, do you have any questions?" Ivan carries on, mostly addressing my friend.

"Err... Has the Sub been briefed as well? Does he know how this is going to happen?"

"Yes, Kayden, more or less," Ivan replies, the right corner of his mouth lifting in a smirk. "Of course, I informed him that he'd be playing with me and two Doms in training, and I also told him about the type of activities we'd indulge in, but he didn't get as many details as you did. I wanted to keep this a bit of a surprise to him, and to be honest, he doesn't really need it. He's an experienced Sub, always ready for about anything, so this will go very smoothly."

"Good."

"Nonetheless, I want you to stay focused on his reactions," Ivan warns solemnly, pointing his index finger at us but gazing pointedly at me. "You know him well, Aaron, there's history between you, you know he has a high tolerance to pain and roughness, but don't you dare make this some sort of revenge, understood?"

"Your trust and faith go straight to my heart, Master Ivan," I reply scornfully, quite hurt that he would think so low of me.

"I do trust you, Menino," Ivan replies in a warmer – and almost apologetic – tone. "It's just... better safe than sorry, Aaron, you know that. And you know that I'll always put forward the Subs' safety and well-being. This will have to remain pleasurable for him too."

"I know that, don't worry," I grunt in answer.

"Right, so I'll let you guys go to the Doms' room to get ready and I'll see you later," the Master Dom concludes before he heads back to the main room.

"Menino?" Kayden smirks. "Is that the pet name he gave you when you were his..."

"No," I interrupt him, rolling my eyes. "It's just a sweet name he gave me when he welcomed me in his house."

"That's cute. I can tell he has a lot of affection for you."

"As I do for him. Anyway, let's go get ready."

The Doms' room is empty, but barely two minutes later, a couple of Doms join us and I know that soon enough, many more men will cram up the place, so Kayden and I quickly strip off our clothes and head for the communal showers. After such a busy and physical day, I truly enjoy the warm water pouring over my head and washing down all my sweat. Once I have shaved my balls and cleaned, I even allow myself a few more minutes under the hot stream to completely relax my muscles before I turn off the tap and grab a towel that I wrap around my waist.

When I join Kayden at the isolated bench where he is sitting, waiting for his beautiful body to dry up, more people have arrived. Siegfried is just walking in, and after quick greetings and introductions to my new friend, he joins Orwell by the lockers. Jack, the Sadist who owns a sex shop, is having a heated conversation with a young Dom I know is named Craig and one of the last trainees from the old program. As far as I know, he hasn't been fully certified yet and as a borderline Sadist himself, he is still under Jack's guidance. My guess is that the novice is probably getting tired of the long training and eager to play on his own.

I sincerely feel him.

"What's that history Ivan was talking about earlier?" Kayden asks as he nonchalantly drops his towel over his lap.

Oh come on, Dude... Don't hide that gorgeous nakedness of yours...

"History?" I repeat, frowning.

"Yeah, Ivan mentioned something about you and our evening Sub sharing history."

"Oh, that?" I chuckle. "Let's say that Jimmy and I aren't great friends. In fact, he's probably the only Sub I never really connected with."

"I can hardly fathom anyone not getting along with you," Kayden says doubtfully. "Can't say I've known you for long, but sure you're the guy everyone would tag along with."

Oww... Isn't that sweet? Just as sweet as the slight blush covering his cheeks!

"Why, thank you, Mister Kayden," I reply, playfully brushing the back of my knuckles against his jaw, and he swiftly slaps my hand away. "Seriously, I've never been one to socialize a lot before I met Ivan. Back in Jersey, my childhood friends and I always sufficed to one another, we never had other friends, but now that you're telling me, I realize that I can blend rather easily now..."

Kayden's words make for a sudden realization. Have I changed that much in the last year or so? Have I become more sociable? Perhaps, I have. I can't be sure. I don't think I wasn't sociable back in the days, it was just my best friends being enough. I can't deny that I like to be around other people, though. Sticking with Subs, listening to them, helping them out has been the best part of my submission era. It doesn't mean that I am not painfully missing my best friends, and I wonder if, should Mark, Josh, Cam and I eventually reunite for good, we would return to that exclusive friendship of ours.

"So, what was different with Jimmy? Is he that... bad... or mean... or I don't know?"

"Err... I'd rather you get your own opinion."

"Come on, Ron, just tell me. That won't prevent me from making my own idea of the guy."

"He used to be kind of... mean, yeah... That type of prick who bullies others, but he's changing, so just don't take this into account."

"Did he try to bully you?" Kayden deadpans in a low voice, giving me a once over. "I mean... Look at you, all tall and quite hefty, that would be stupid."

"Ivan told you. That guy's ready for anything and he doesn't really know fear. He did try with me, time and time again, but it never worked and it even earned him the punishment of his life. I believe he's learned his lesson, and since then, he has been behaving, so don't hold him any grudge."

Kayden narrows his eyes for a brief moment, apparently in deep thinking, but it's time for us to move and make room for further guests, so I quickly enjoin him to get ready.

For tonight's event, members of the Hell Fire were requested to bring their own dressing up clothes. Instructions said that Doms should either rent or buy police costumes, while Subs were required to wear cheap old clothes they wouldn't mind seeing ripped off. I can't help but smile at the memory of Ivan and I visiting Thrifty Rents yesterday...

"So, what kind of costume would you like, Menino?" Ivan asks as we stroll in the aisles of costumes. "FBI? Police? Sheriff?"

"Hmm... correction officer would be nice," I say, propping a hanger that holds grey slacks and a grey shirt, "but I think I'll go for the police one."

"The SWAT costume looks good too," he murmurs thoughtfully, perhaps considering it for himself.

"Too bad they don't have an Indian costume or that of a cowboy... You'd look fantastic and we could dance to YMCA together..." I smirk.

"Fuck off, you dumbass."

"Oh no, I know what you need!" I exclaim, pulling another hanger holding a straight jacket. "You be the maniac criminal and I be the pervert policeman!"

I certainly deserved the sharp slap on my backside, but I just couldn't help the banter for once I was enjoying shopping with Ivan. In the end, we both chose police costumes, so I quickly slip on the dark blue slacks – going commando underneath, obviously – tightening them with the duty belt, put on my new bovver boots and shrug into the dress shirt that holds a police badge, leaving the last top three buttons undone. Funnily enough, Kayden has rented a similar costume, and although the clothes might be one size too short, I secretly find him overly hot in the shirt that molds his taut chest.

Before my cock betrays me, I head to the sink counters to check my messy hair – damn! I need a haircut before I return to college – then join Marcus who has arrived meanwhile, together with Ivan. Kayden joins us and we stay with the two old friends until it's time to start the evening. As we walk along the corridors to the main room, excitement bubbles up in my chest – and in my groin – and I can't wait for midnight to come.

Midnight.

Midnight sounds so far.

Midnight is when the real festivities will start. The first part of the evening consists in a large gathering of people with a banquet. The atmosphere is really nice; everyone is relaxed, and although one can easily distinguish Doms and Subs from their outfits, both categories mingle naturally without real attempts at pushing their usual personalities. Besides, it's a few hours during which Kayden and I are allowed to wander off and talk to other people, which allows me to catch up with some friends and other acquaintances.

The first one Kayden and I go to is Jimmy who is standing on his own, and as we approach him, I realize that for the first time ever, he looks rather contrite, almost sad, unconfident, and for some reason, it pains me. I wouldn't miss the bitchy and boastful Jimmy, but I don't enjoy seeing him miserable either. Eyes focused on the plate he is holding, he doesn't notice our presence until I address him.

"Hi, Jimmy," I greet in the warmest voice I can muster, causing him to startle, but Kayden is prompt to catch the plate as it drops off his hand.

"Oh... hi... should I say... Master Aaron?" he asks, briefly peeking at me and Kayden who returns the plate to him, and surprisingly, his tone doesn't hold any trace of bitterness or irony.

"Perhaps later tonight, but not now. Ivan's busy with other people, so I'd like to make introductions. Jimmy, this is Kayden, and Kayden, this is Jimmy."

Kayden's expression remains somewhat wary as they greet each other, but a discreet scowl is enough of a nudge for his smile to stretch wider.

"You look nervous, Jimmy, are you alright?" I ask, now honestly concerned about his attitude.

"Yes, yes... I'm fine," he replies with a poor smile, so with a meaningful look toward Kayden, I take Jimmy's elbow and lead him to a free couch where we both sit down, just the two of us.

"Jimmy," I call out softly, slightly shifting on the seat to face him. "Is it about tonight? I mean, we didn't get to talk about it, Ivan arranged everything on his own between you and us, and he said you're okay with this, but if it makes you uncomfortable, you have to tell me."

Jimmy tentatively raises his head, eyebrows furrowing in wonder as if I had grown two heads or as if what I just said was completely off the mark. He isn't what I would call a gorgeous guy, but his almond-shaped, hazel eyes bring much charm to his rather angular features that his curly, mid-long, dark-blond hair soften. Beyond his looks, I suddenly realize that I don't know a thing about him other than he is a year older than me; not that he ever gave me the wish to get to know him better, but I find myself wondering about his private life. Is he a student? Does he work? Does he have family here in Los Angeles? What does he do outside of the club? All questions that I'd like to ask at some point.

"No... I'm fine with tonight."

"Phew... For a moment, I feared that you might think I'd take revenge on the past year," I tease him, hoping it will lighten the atmosphere.

"You could totally do that... I'd deserve it, I guess," he whispers, lowering his head, but my left hand reaches for his chin to relock eyes with his.

"It'd be lame of me to retaliate. As far as I know, you've been punished and forgiven."

"Not for all the times I was mean to you," he retorts, referring to the many times he badgered me and I let his affronts fly above my head.

"That's in the past. Let's forget about it and start fresh. The simple fact that you own up to it is enough, and I trust you to have learned your lesson. What's getting you all moody then?" I insist, but he just shrugs his shoulders and doesn't reply. "I can understand if you don't want to talk about it. I know you don't have many friends, and we may have had a wrong start, but if you ever feel the need to talk or vent, just reach out to me; or at least to Ivan, okay?"

"Yes, thank you, Aaron," he murmurs, a more genuine smile pulling across his face.

"Good. I'll see you later then?"

"Sure," he replies, his smile now turning into a more wicked grin. "Can't wait. You're actually quite hot as a cop..."

I chuckle at that, and as I rise to my feet, I lean down over him, forcing his body into the backrest of the couch, until my mouth brushes against his ear.

"Can't wait to use my baton and shackles later."

With that, my tongue gives a long lick to his jaw before I lean back up and walk away. Kayden has returned to Ivan's side and they are speaking with several Doms, but before I join them, I want to go and speak with Kwonmin who is hanging with a couple of other Subs in a couch. However, I first stop over by a group of three people. Orwell is well surrounded tonight; the greedy tattoo artist has apparently planned to spend the night with the siblings, Earl and Lewis, the latter already sitting over Orwell's lap, his arms possessively wound around the Dom's neck, which doesn't seem to bother Earl who fondly stares at his younger brother.

Moments later, Kwonmin is back to the buffet, so I then spend a bit of time with Marcus and Sam, and my smaller friend more or less proudly announces that he has eventually declined the job opportunity he was offered last November. Upon Marcus' suggestion, Sam actually asked his boss if he would accept to involve him into his CFO responsibilities and to let him attend their high leadership meetings, which the current CFO kindly accepted. Sam admits that the few weeks he spent around the executive leadership team were extremely stressful, expectations really high, and he doesn't feel ready to face such duties.

"You were right, though, Ron," he says softly, wrinkling his nose as he grins.

"About what?"

"Um... I'm really lucky to work in a company where the top management is so understanding. I spoke with the CFO and HR. They said that they appreciated my honesty and that they'd definitely reconsider my application next time there's an opportunity. Meanwhile, they've offered me to train in specific domains I'm not familiar with."

"See? That's great news, Sam, I'm really happy for you," I say, noticing the pride and deep love in Marcus' eyes as he gazes at his lover. Relief too.

As much as my year of submission has allowed me to understand Subs better than I could ever have had otherwise, my inner Dominant also naturally grasps the depths of a Dom's worries. Marcus wants what's best for Sam, but he also knows Sam better than anyone else, he knows how his brain functions, he knows Sam's limits in terms of stress; although he may not have been very subtle at the time of their fight last month, his interest was genuine and his rejection only stemmed from pure love.

After a bit more talking, I leave my friends and quickly spot Kwonmin speaking with a group of Sub friends now. As his dark eyes flicker over me, their expression turns into a glare that leaves me perplexed. What is wrong with him? Weirdly enough, I realize that he never called me back after I left him a voicemail two days to inform him that I would eventually see him at the Hell Fire for New Year's Eve. Although he instantly turns his back to me, I still saunter in his direction, fully aware of the other Subs' whispers warning him of my approach. He doesn't look back though, so when I reach the group, I grasp his wrists and pin them at the small of his back, leaning down to speak into his ear.

"You're under arrest."

"Duh... Am I supposed to give a fight, Officer Aaron?" he snorts, humor seeping through his voice, though.

"Officer? Hmm... How about Sergeant?"

"Why not Lieutenant or Captain while you're at it? You're only a junior."

"Why, thank you for reminding me, little rascal," I huff, letting go of his hands and playfully glaring down at him.

"I'm kidding," he grins, poking a finger to my ribs. His friends walk away to give us a bit of privacy, but I lead him to an armchair and sit him over my lap, with his back against the left armrest.

"So? What were those dark looks about?" I ask, trying to read his meek expression.

"I'm mad at you," he replies. I love how Kwonmin rarely beats around the bush even if it doesn't give me much of an explanation.

"Mad at me? What have I done to deserve your anger?"

"Can't you guess?"

"Hmm... nope. Enlighten me?" I encourage him, stifling a chuckle at his pouted lips.

"First, you had your emancipation scene with Lewis, then you had another one with Connor and Master Ivan, then it was Earl, and then you said you can't come back to the club until you've finished your Dom training, but then you're here tonight, and you're going to play with Jimmy, I heard... like fuck! With Jimmy, and..."

"Are you becoming a jealous little thing?" I tease, pulling his frail body to my chest.

"Don't make fun of me," he grumbles, yet unable to contain his laughter.

"Will you stop sulking if I promise that you'll be the first Sub I hook up with once I'm certified?"

"Really?"

"That's if you want to, of course."

"Of course, I do!!" he cheers, beaming at me.

There, that's one problem easily and pleasantly solved. It is an easy promise to make as I would definitely enjoy playing with the Submissive who was the first one to join Ivan and me into a threesome last year; in fact, it would only be fair for him to be the first Submissive I play with as a certified Dominant. Needless to say, I can't wait to reach the end of January.

I stay with Kwonmin for a while longer to talk about this evening, but when he tells me that he is pairing with Ryan tonight, I can hardly suppress a grimace. Of all the Doms at the Hell Fire, he had to choose the one I like the least. I don't hate him. I don't think I have ever hated anyone in the strong sense of the word. Or perhaps I have; my father is one; the two guys who ruined my seventeenth birthday too, but that's a road I don't want to go down to right now. But Ryan? No, I don't dislike him as much as I hate my father and the two motherfuckers.

Ryan is just the pendant Dom version of what Jimmy used to be as a Sub. He is bitchy and haughty, but like Jimmy, I believe he could change, and honestly, I don't really care about his smirks and arrogant side-glances. I won't be surprised if he continues to hassle me after my certification, but I am prepared for this, and should it get annoying, I would simply mention it to Ivan.

Speaking of the Master Dom, time has flown and it's half past eleven when I eventually get back to him and Kayden. They are currently talking with Jack and Craig nearby the buffet table, and Jimmy has also joined them, looking in a better mood than earlier. Ivan is explaining to Kayden that Craig is one of the last Dom trainees of the former program, though now in his last few weeks of the Dominant phase, which means that he can play with Subs but not alone, under the guidance of another Dominant.

Standing beside Kayden, shoulder to shoulder, I don't pay much attention to their conversation, mostly peering around to see that other guests are getting more animated and excited as midnight gets closer, but what I do register are Jimmy's discreet glances toward Craig. Each of these gazes is very brief, but he keeps chewing his bottom lip and a cute shade of pink covers his cheekbones whenever the future Dom catches his intense eyes.

Five minutes before midnight, Ivan climbs on the main stage to deliver a quick speech, naturally drawing everyone's attention and so fucking hot in his police uniform. I admire his stance, his innate dominance, the way he so easily captures all the Doms and Subs' awareness. He is literally shining on stage, and rather than zoning out, I should definitely focus on his words.

"Ten minutes after midnight and its usual New Year's best wishes, the real Cop and Thief Night will begin," Ivan states, his eyes flickering to the clock on the wall, "with a bunch of little and not so little scoundrels trying to escape a police raid, so I would like to remind you of a few rules. First off, remember that this is role playing and very cliché, typical of what you'd see in porn videos. The club rules obviously apply. Remain careful while mock-fighting, don't harm anyone, no abuse, don't forget to safeword if necessary as these will be respected, and last but not least, safe sex, use condoms. Again, I want to thank you all for another fantastic year, and just a few seconds in advance, I wish you a fucking kinky new year! Let's start the count down!"

In perfect sync, the digital clock shows 23:59:49 as Ivan steps off the stage, and right then, all the guests start counting down from ten. Ivan is just reaching us when a loud THREE erupts in the room, our eyes intensely locked.

"TWO... ONE... HAPPY KINKY NEW YEAR!!!!"

"Happy new year, Menino," Ivan whispers as we both pull each other into a tight and emotional embrace.

"Happy new year, Ivan," I reply into his ear, fighting a lump forming in my throat. "I wish you all the best, and health foremost."

"Thank you, Baby, all the best to you too, and don't you worry, my health's at its best," he chuckles, and just as I expect him to let go, his arms tighten around my torso. "You didn't listen to a word I said minutes ago, did you?" he asks. Although I can't see his face, I do feel the smirk in his tone.

"Barely, I was in awe, but I did hear the end."

"Ah, Menino... I love you dear."

"Love you too, my favorite old fogey."

At these words, he grumbles lowly but then he draws back to hug other people around us, and I go straight to Marcus and Sam, and then Siegfried, Mike, Jack, Orwell, Kwonmin, Connor, and many more, until an arm clasps around my neck and tugs me into another taut chest from which I quickly draw back, only to see my new favorite blonde flashing me a smug smile.

"Aren't you going to wish me a happy new year, you dickhead?" he asks with mock offense.

"Hmm... I might, asshole."

"Do you need that much time to think about it, fuckhead?"

"It might take me three hundred and sixty-five days, shithead."

"Fuck, you're slow, dolt."

"Shut the fuck up and give me a hug, assbutt," I grunt, taking a step further.

"What about a kiss, clown?"

"If that's what it takes to win this time, jackass."

The rest of the audience instantly fades in the background. Chuckling, I take the last step to close the distance between us, and before he can reply, my lips crash on his, my left hand pulling at the nape of his neck while the right one goes to lay at the small of his back. I don't give him a chance to fight for dominance; invited or not, my tongue breaks into his mouth as he gasps, and although he tries to fight back into control after a few seconds, I easily lead this waltz, deepening our kiss.

I love this. I love how it all feels so natural. For fuck's sake, I barely know this guy and I can't begin to express how my body reacts to his touch, to his hands, to his hips pressed against mine, to his deep groans, to how he tastes. I almost come to hate the loud police siren that launches the real festivities, causing us to break our kiss.

"Happy new year, K."

"Happy new year, Aaron."

The situation could be awkward. Either of us could feel awkward. However, there's no embarrassment, no blushing, no eye-diverting; there's none of that. I kissed Kayden like I could have kissed Mark, Joshua or Camden; I think.

There is no time to dwell on this as the Hell Fire turns into a mock riot between bandits and the police force; between Subs and Doms. Subs are running all over the place with Doms chasing them; they try to hide in nooks and crannies, in alcoves, behind couches or the bar, but all of them will end up getting caught, some faster than others.

When Kayden and I join Ivan on the main stage, many Subs are already being manhandled, shackled, pinned to the floor, dragged to cells or tied to poles or table legs. This part wasn't detailed in Ivan's scenario as he wanted to give it a bit of free rein, so I have no idea where Jimmy is hiding. Ivan is smirking, nodding toward the black curtain on the right side of the stage, and as we approach, I can see that the heavyweight velour is slightly shifting.

Ivan motions for us to reach for the sides while he stays at the front, and the anticipation is quite exciting as we close around our prey, cornering him without any possible escape. Roleplaying is a hundred times more enticing tonight than it was during the Daddy Kink Night or during the Slave Night, and when we finally catch Jimmy, I greatly enjoy pinning him to Ivan while Kayden forces his hands at the small of his back, allowing me to shackle his wrists.

Ivan roughly leads him to the nearest desk on the stage which is already occupied by Jack, Craig and o' so funnily, Miguel, the Sub who is a police lieutenant outside of the club. How weird must it feel for him to play on the other side tonight? Ivan makes Jimmy sit on a chair across from Miguel, and as my eyes quickly scan the rest of the room, I see that all the Subs have now been caught and that activities have started almost everywhere.

"Nice catch, guys," Craig praises, nodding toward Jimmy with lustful eyes. Woohoo, do we have a match here?

"Not bad either on your side," I reply. "What did he do?"

"Some colleagues caught him stealing bananas," Jack replies with an evil smirk.

"Lies!" Miguel shouts.

"Truth," Jack counters, gripping a handful of the boy's hair and tugging harshly to glare down at him. "I'm sure you intended to stuck them up your ass, but guess what? You'll take my dick instead. What did yours steal?" he then asks us.

"We don't know yet," Kayden replies as he shifts to stand behind Jimmy, laying his hands on his shoulders and squeezing them as he lowers himself to purr into the young man's ear. "But we'll find out, one way or another, right, Jimmy?"

"I didn't steal anything," the latter seethes through his teeth.

"Don't lie, darling boy," I croon, caressing his cheek, but he jolts to the side, turning impressive dark eyes to me.

"Don't touch me!"

"Yet, we will," Ivan chips in as he leans his backside on the desk in front of Jimmy. "It's time for a thorough inspection."

"Fuck you!"

"More like I'll fuck you," Ivan chuckles, pulling Jimmy's face to his crotch for a few seconds before releasing him. "Who volunteers to search him?"

This is one of our parts, so Kayden and I both pull him to his feet to undo one of the shackles in order to tie his wrists to the front. Jimmy tries to fight us, and he may be tall, he remains as skinny as barbed wire, so within barely a minute we have managed to snap the cuffs to a hook conveniently hanging from the ceiling. Jimmy thrashes as we feel his entire body, from his arms to his shoulders, his back, chest and sides, before we drop to his ankles, going up along his legs.

"Get off me!" he shouts when we begin to feel his midsection, Kayden taking care of his backside while I boldly rub his front.

"This little bitch loves this," I say over his screams, squeezing his hardness.

"Does he?" Ivan smirks. "He might like the deeper inspection, then."

"Fuck off!"

"Let's find more evidence of his arousal," I say, and as I roughly open his shirt, buttons fly off to the floor. "Look at those erect pebbles," I purr, pinching his nipples.

A few more bird names slide out of his mouth while I continue teasing the little buds. It gets even worse when Kayden begins to undo the front of his pants, while Ivan cuts through the sleeves of the shirt. Jimmy won't shut up or stand still while we undress him; he acts so well that it feels real and almost unsettling, and if it weren't for his now weeping erection or the lust in his eyes, I would honestly worry. He loves this and it makes me so hard that my own manhood is getting uncomfortable inside my trousers.

"Where did you hide the loot?" Kayden growls, smacking Jimmy's backside.

"I don't have it! I didn't steal anything! Get off me, leave me alone!"

"Don't lie, we saw you take the small bag of diamonds and run away. Where is it?"

"Up your ass, you fucker!" Jimmy seethes and squeaks as Ivan tugs on his hair to tilt his head back.

"Or is it up yours?"

"No... no, it's not!"

"Let's bend him over the desk and check this out," Ivan orders.

The three of us detach him from the hook but only to drag him back to the desk where Jack and Craig also have Miguel spread across the table. Jimmy soon finds himself in a similar posture on the left side, just the other way around. Ivan stands at our thief's head, pinning him to the table while Kayden and I stand at Jimmy's backside.

"Don't fucking touch me!" he yells when I part his ass cheeks for Kayden's thumb to prob his little hole.

"I could use lube, but if you keep squirming, I'll go raw," he growls.

"Perhaps that's what he wants," I smirk, kneading his buttocks while Kayden retrieves his thumb.

"No... no, stop!"

"Perhaps you could make him shut up while we start the inspection, Captain Ivan?" I chant, looking back over my shoulder.

Ivan is clearly enjoying himself, just as much as we all are, and as one of his hands goes to open the front of his pants, the other one still holding Jimmy down, lust flares up in his eyes. He tucks a small bell in Jimmy's hand, and soon enough, Jimmy's screams are muffled by Ivan's cock and it's getting hard to make a difference between his groans of protest and his moans when Kayden and I start fingering his hole. His body keeps writhing on the table for the show but his rings of muscles easily loosen up.

On the other side of the long desk, Craig is now face-fucking Miguel while Jack has his fist plowing the policeman's ass, but I focus back on Jimmy who is barely resisting anymore.

"Open up his hole so you can get a better look into his ass," Ivan suggests along while later.

Yeah! It's baton time!

I have been waiting for this moment, but I let Kayden take charge for the good reason that, not having had the lesson on penetration yet, he won't be allowed to fuck Jimmy tonight at all. It might sound silly as Kayden already has a lot of experience in topping other men, but rules and rules, and Ivan has already breached enough of them by accepting our presence here.

Briefly peering around the room, I see that the Hell Fire has turned into one hell of screaming scoundrels and groaning cops, all of them enjoying this makeshift police station, like I do. By then, Jack and Craig have moved Miguel to a cell nearby. Craig is lying on a bench, Miguel impaled on him, but just as Jack is about to turn this into a double penetration, my eyes avert back to our own roleplay.

Watching the tip of the lubed baton slide into Jimmy's ass is so hot that I can't resist jacking off to the sight of his stretching hole, and after several minutes, the orifice remains open each time Kayden pulls the club out. I don't even try to control my orgasm and shamelessly spill my load over the back of the pinned young man, staring intensely into Ivan's eyes. Just for the roleplay, Kayden uses a flashlight to look inside, confirming he can't see anything in there.

"I told you I hadn't stolen anything!" Jimmy snaps angrily.

"Our mistake then," Ivan sneers as he and Kayden swap places while I hold Jimmy down. "Seems like you've enjoyed this, though," he chants, stroking the Sub's erection, "so perhaps we could get this going and if you behave, we might reward you with a bit of pleasure?"

"Cause you think your little pricks can give me any pleasure?" Jimmy huffs, earning a loud smack on his backside. "Fuck, it hurts, you asshole!"

"Insult me once more, and I'll show real pain."

"Motherfucker!"

Jimmy is in for a long session of paddling and flogging which has his backside turn into a nice shade of red. Kayden apparently loves this, and a second load of cum hits Jimmy's back, one that I mix with mine, smirking at the blonde. It's only when Ivan deems he has had enough that he slips a condom over his erection and thrusts deep inside Jimmy's hole, grunting like a bear. Kayden's cock has barely deflated, so he once again mutes Jimmy, shoving himself inside his mouth.

At some point, Jimmy gets flipped to lie on his back, slightly askew so that his head tips off the side of the table for Kayden to enjoy his mouth and an easy access to his butt. I expect Ivan to continue his earlier hard pounding, but he moves to the side and forces Jimmy's legs back, keeping one of his ankles in his hand while Kayden seizes the other one. Ivan's wicked smirk is all I need to understand that it's my turn. A rush of blood makes my cock harden even more as I hastily slip a condom over my shaft and add a bit of lube.

Staring at my mentor, I align the tip of my erection with Jimmy's open entrance, relishing the anticipation, but my eyes focus back on the restrained man when I slowly thrust in. With all the preparation he went through, I could have pushed myself into his ass in one rough go, but I want to enjoy the slow penetration, the delicious sensations of his rings of muscles swallowing my length. And enjoying I do.

I love Jimmy's relative tightness; I love his deep and needy moans as I pound into his ass and stroke his cock; I love his begging for release while the fire builds in my balls; I love the wild kiss I share with my mentor, our fight for dominance; I love how Kayden's blue eyes melt with bliss when Jimmy shoots his load, propelling my own orgasm; I love how these blue eyes shut when he draws back and reaches his release, shooting on Jimmy's chest; and I love how Ivan pulls me out of the comfortable warmth to ride Jimmy's orgasm.

What a fantastic evening!

What an amazing New Year's Eve!

I want more of these; I want to revel in this lifestyle for the rest of my life, surrounded by Ivan, Kayden, all our friends, and my childhood friends.

Published on 12 December 2021

To say that this chapter gave me hell would be an understatement. Considering that this book was written mid of 2018, it says enough about how I have been postponing this one and only chapter I hadn't written back then. It's probably one of the worst I ever wrote, I have barely proofread it, so I apologize if there are still mistakes, but I'm done with these 8K words. If you're getting lost with all the secondary characters, note that the list of characters part is up to date and you can get a reminder there.

Anyway, there are only two chapters to go before we reach the end of this book, and I'll finally be able to only focus on the writing of 314 Moons.