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Liam had been sweet-talked into taking part in the WNBR by his sugar-daddy who was payrolling his college expenses, he had said, “you will be the envy of the everyone.”
When Liam had got to the bike hire shop he was stunned to see that this was no ordinary bike, “Try it,” the bike hire assistant encouraged Liam.
As Liam got on it and rode it round the yard, his sugar-daddy told the assistant that Liam was in the WNBR that morning.
“Seriously, oh wow, that’s awesome! Perhaps Liam should strip and cycle naked to the starting place. I can store his clothes here safely,” said the assistant mischievioulsy, obviously wanting to see Liam in the flesh.
Liam was shocked when they told him the plan but he was soon persuaded. After all, that was the sort of relationship he was in, always wanting to please.

Liam was the only guy to arrive at the WNBR starting point already naked. Liam was shocked to see some students from the flat below him were also doing the WBNR. He saw them being interviewed by a naked reporter. He stayed away from them, not really wanting to be caught on camera. Even so, he caused quite the stir amongst the marshals, the riders, and the spectators. People swarmed round him, asking questions, including that darn naked intern reporter. All wanting to take pics of Liam on his bike, everything on show above the handlebars. There was nothing for Liam to do but smile.

Liam appeared in a lot of photos and reels that day, looking ever so sweet and innocent, as if butter wouldn’t melt in his mouth. Truth be known, butter sizzled in Liam’s mouth. Liam knew what his body meant to his sugar-daddy, and played his game well, living a fantastic lifestyle that he could never have dreamed of a couple of years ago. It was a small price to pay. Those were Liam’s thoughts as he rode along the streets, people shouting, pointing and gasping. Liam cycling too fast for them to get their phones out, aim and shoot.

His sugar-daddy, standing there clothed, nearby, watching, proud of his boi, as he always introduced Liam to his friends, admiring Liam’s poise, his ability to just be there, naked in front of everyone and not be phased. He had trained Liam well, Liam hadn’t been like that when he took him on, yes, breaking a boi, moulding him, took time and patience and money, but looking at Liam today, he was proud of what he had achieved with the boi.
Yes, he would treat Liam extravagantly after this, maybe a holiday to that Greek island, where Liam could be seen in all his glory, like today, but with sunshine and warmth. Yes, treat him, get some great pics and reels and maybe sell him on? He was sure to make even more money from Liam than the previous bois. Liam was definitely in peak condition. Time to make a killing.