"I'm actually not sure. I'm open to suggestions."

His grip squeezes your dick again, and his beard rubs against your ear as he presses himself against you and speaks.

"Daddy's got no shortage of ideas for you, boy," he says, his voice low, and nearly a growl. "I could take you home and fuck you like I know a horny little boy needs his daddy to fuck him, or I could take you upstairs here in the bar where there's stocks or a sling to choose from and a willing audience who'd love to see you speared on daddy's dick." He squeezes your dick with every third word or so, and you're writhing in his grip, letting out little moans and gasps while his voice is hot against your ear. "Or maybe daddy could take you somewhere really special, and give you the birthday surprise of your life."

With one last squeeze of your rigid cock, he falls silent. You catch your breath.