Once the last patron leaves, the barman, a ruggedly handsome man with a mysterious aura, begins his nightly ritual. He pours himself a stiff drink, the amber liquid glinting under the dim bar lights. Setting the glass down, he unbuckles his belt, letting his pants fall to the floor. He's not wearing underwear, and his hard cock springs free. He strokes it slowly, his eyes locked on the door, imagining a patron walking in, catching him. He picks up his drink, taking a sip, then leans back, his ass pressing against the cold bar top. He spits on his hand, lubricating it, then reaches behind and rubs his spit onto his asshole, teasing himself before slipping a finger inside.