"Ahh, Sir, what a great choice! This is our only retro model right now, and as you can see it commemorates our proud soldiers who fought to keep the world free from tyranny! You can celebrate and revel in their conquests by owning this beauty...go ahead, check it out!"
I approach that model, painted in green military paint and gently touch the handlebars, only to receive a strong shock! As my hand makes a connection with the bike, images fill my mind...instead of a middle-aged butler, i'm a muscular young english army officer on leave during the war, rding my bike through the countryside...i notice my chiseled features, eyes hidden behind a pair of goggles. A face of royalty, accustomed to being privileged and living a life of luxury, not having a problem with people serving ME. I look down and see a crisp olive-colored uniform, tight against my meaty pecs and thighs. A hand taps me on my thigh, and I look over to realize that there's a boy in my sidecar...cute, hot actually, probably 19 or so...and visions fill my head of him being my servant, living with me, following me everywhere...my lover, my boy, my sex toy...my cock stirs and i have to fight to rip my hand away from the handlebar...
"Wow, what was that? That was intense!" I exclaim.
"As you can see, Sir, our bikes are special. They have the power to grant wishes and fulfill dreams! Try another one, Sir!" he encourages me.
Adjusting my now rock-hard cock in my butler uniform, I head over to the next bike...