The capital of Canada is Ottawa, a rather small city (1,017,449) compared to Greater Toronto (6,202,000) and Métro Montréal (4,377,000). This is where Edward Carrigan works; he’s a road construction engineer living in Ottawa’s Sandy Hill neighborhood, adjacent to the bilingual Ottawa University. His wife Madeleine is French-Canadian and their son Jonathan sings in a choir called Sandy Hill LGBT Melody. Mr. Carrigan just hired William Butler as a traffic control flagger; his primary job is to direct traffic through construction zones using stop and slow signs, ensuring the safety of both workers and drivers by regulating traffic flow. Rain or sunshine, warm or cold weather, William has to hold his sign on a stick for eight hours a day. Mr. Carrigan has offered his new employee to live in a bachelor apartment on top of the garage, and to park his motorcycle in the spare lane.
William, or Bill as he prefers, has dark green eyes, toned shoulders, tattooed arms, a hairy butt and a 9-inch (22.8 cm) cut dick. Now 31, you could say that he has a roguish charm, definitely handsome in an everyday kind of way. Bill likes to fuck bikers hard and deep. When he is not a traffic control flagger, he wears leather – jockstrap, pants, jacket, gloves and boots. He pulls on his jock gear and fastens the codpiece to the front, gently housing his tackle inside. The feel of cold leather on his cock and balls is always pleasurable. He can feel blood flowing to his shaft giving him a semi. Bill’s powerful leather-encased legs send an excited signal to a vast majority of men in a gay bar and in the gym. Everything about Bill screams sexy masculinity!
Jonathan, 23, works on his master’s thesis at Ottawa University. The subject is “representation of the nation’s capital in French-Canadian novels”. He spends most of his time in the Morisset Library, on the campus, or in the National Library on Wellington Street. Jonathan is a handsome slender guy with a peachy butt. He was 18 when he first got fucked, a summer evening in Strathcona Park, and he immediately knew that he would be a bottom for life. A few guys in the Sandy Hill LGBT choir have pounded him, but he dreams of getting laid by men a little older. Jonathan is not interested in the gay scene. He adores watching leather Bill on his bike and fantasizes getting fucked by this rough and tough dude.
At work, with other construction workers, Bill puts on a straight face. When his colleagues describe their weekend with a girlfriend or prostitute, he hints that he has enjoyed fucking a few cunts or pussies. But we all know that Bill constantly craves for a man’ ass willing to be ploughed bareback, the more eager and desperate the better. After having unleashed a load of jizz inside a man’s shit hole, he likes to get his hairy firm butt rimmed while he’s jerking off his partner. Last night, Bill tripped over a guy who was on the floor licking and worshipping a pair of tall boots. Black Eagle is a bar where men wear mostly leather gear. Just before leaving with a trick, Bill pulled his cop gloves from his back pocket, a sight all true leather men never tire of. Bill loves being admired sexually, having men crave him is a huge kink. His trick is a forty-year-old biker called Henry; he has a very small cock and a very huge ass. Bill drives his shaft in and out, feeling Henry’s ass muscles clenching and adding to the friction. He yells out as he blows a mega load of jizz deep inside, while Henry’s weiner fires its muck on his chest.
The Carrigan home has a swimming pool. Jonathan is now watching Bill diving in, showing off his huge bulge. He would love to pull out Bill’s junk and suck his meat. The swimmer uses the pool shower to rinse off the chlorine and grabs a towel to dry himself while passing by Jonathan who is reading L’Écureuil noir (The Black Squirrel), a French-Canadian novel by Ottawa-born Daniel Poliquin. The story takes place mainly in the nation’s capital and addresses universal themes. It is a biting social satire by means of which Poliquin challenges the mature reader whom he leads to question his past life. Back to Bill whose hand brushes against the reader’s neck and sends a delicious shockwave. Jonathan has just time to capture an inviting look before the swimmer-biker heads towards the apartment above the garage to dress-up in tight and seductive leather. Jonathan approaches timidly, and immediately admires Bill lying on the bed, the pouch of his jockstrap inflated to the limit. He has imagined the scene so many times, but now it’s reality.
He first breathes in the smell of Bill’s sport socks and leather boots; it is so fucking intoxicating, making his cock hard in no time. He then buries his face under the arm, licking around the entire pit and onto his pecs. Chaps and leather jockstrap are perfect to get easy access to Bill’s family jewels. Jonathan grins as he feels the pouch of the lace jock. He sniffs it and sighs; he can’t resist and licks the inside of the jockstrap. Yummy cool leather and… he’s not sure what else, but it tastes fucking good. Jonathan dives to the balls and licks his way back up to the head, taking Bill down fully, gorging on the incredible cock. He almost chokes but manages to beg a favor: “please fuck me, my ass needs you hard and deep inside!” In no time, he feels Bill’s leather gloves on his buttocks, then the lubed cock working in a circle. The anticipation is awesome. Being fucked by Bill is all Jonathan wants at tis moment. He hasn’t had a pounding like this before; Bill touches spots he didn’t know existed. He feels totally used and abused in a completely safe and free environment. As Bill roars and unleashes his load deep into Jonathan’s guts, he triggers a pure feeling of ecstasy!
Jonathan’s father has always associated men in leather to bad dudes and bullies. He is now in for a reconsideration, a deep change of mind. Jonathan has become more extroverted, more interested in getting out of his shell, out of his university bubble, in socializing with other gay men he meets, all this thanks to Bill who takes him to certain clubs and private parties. Anytime spent around Bill seems electric. The biker and the university student now have intimate contacts on a regular basis; they are an unlikely but hot match. Bill always finds ways to make Jonathan feel needed, excited and energised. Everything about Bill triggers horny signals in Jonathan who invites his lover to attend the Sandy Hill LGBT Melody annual concert, where he will perform in solo Your Song by Elton John. He changes “in the world” by “in my world”:
And you can tell everybody that this is your song
It may be quite simple but
Now that it’s done
I hope you don’t mind
I hope you don’t mind
That I put down in words
How wonderful life is while you’re in my world
In private, Jonathan likes to grab on Bill’s boot and shove it in his own face and inhale. Today, he is face to face when Bill comes back from an excursion in the cruising area of Rockcliffe Park close to Rideau Hall, the residence of the Governor General.
“Fuck, I like how you smell after a bike ride”, says Jonathan.
“I must stink”, replies Bill.
“You stink fucking amazing. Mmm, leather and sweat!”
“Maybe you would love a bit of BDSM…”
“I thought you would never ask. I have so often fantasized on bondage and discipline, domination and submission, sadism and masochism.”
Tonight is all about what Bill wants to do with Jonathan. A night of “Yes, Sir” and “Thank you, Sir”. He orders his lover to strip totally, and fixes the cuffs for wrists and ankles as well as a collar for the neck, to be enslaved with. Jonathan is really turned on, a firm boost to Bill’s ego. He watches his Master putting on the skintight police-style gloves, then placing his left hand under the Slave’s jaw. He pulls the mouth open and pushes three fingers from his right hand, working tongue and cheeks. Jonathan chokes, coughs and splutters.
“You’re a fucking good little slut. Is this what you wanted?”
“Yes, Sir. I want to be treated like a dirty slave!”
On those words, Bill pulls his fingers out, leans down to the face and spits twice, both on the face and in the mouth. With the leash attached to the collar, Bill directs his eager little cunt to his awesome black boots.
“Fucking lick ‘em!”
“Thank you, Sir.”
The perfect slave dives to lick up and down the shaft sides of both boots, running his tongue along the many lace bands. He had licked them when Bill was off to work, but him standing and moving around gives them their true hardcore form of total domination.
“Lick my soles, slut boy!”
The focus is now on the cog wheel pattern of the sole threads. Being owned by boots and leather, by authority, is a fucking hot pleasure for Jonathan.
The next step is pit and nipple worship. After a few minutes, the nose and mouth slide down the hairy treasure trail. Pubes pushing out from the sides of the leather jockstrap are so inviting. Bill’s body is amazing in and out of his gear. As sucking a cock can be heaven on earth for a gay man, Jonathan’s fantasy triggers the huge load he shoots in all directions: chest, shoulders and left ear. It was a load that kept giving, as his body jolted from the release.
“Fucking slut, you cum when I say so! Do you know what your punishment will be?”
“No, Sir, but please pound me like never before, fucking wild, fucking pervy, fucking memorable!”
On that note, Bill treats Jonathan as the hottest, filthiest, sexiest animal on earth.
At the end, when spooned in the arms of Bill, the heavenly bottom lover feels happy and protected. In Bill’s arms, Jonathan has found a safe place, one he will never be tired of. As for the biker-lover, he has confirmed that Jonathan is not only sexy and handsome, but incredibly caring.
