Almost quitting time. The ass-crack of dawn pierces the windows of the bar as I wipe down the last of the glasses on the bar when you walk in. Tired, shoulders looking like they're carrying the weight of the world despite how broad they appear under your thick, cowhide leather jacket. Normally I'd turn people away at this hour but I recognize you, that guy from the gym. Already I thought you were hot as hell then, but to see you in a security uniform and tall boots. My cock bucked to life in my pants and thanks to this cock-ring, stayed that way. I simply had to know more about you. Without a word you plopped down onto a stool and I poured you a glass of our strongest. On the house.