"I've had enough, thank you."

The bouncer smiles, and helps you up, and undoes the handcuffs, but when you put your hand on your dick, he shakes his head.

"You don't get to come tonight," he says, seriously. "You go home, and you sleep with that hard-on, and you do it because I said so."

You nod, and painfully tuck it back into your jeans.

He drives you home, and you barely sleep, your ass is on fire, and your dick is rock hard. But you smile.

Best birthday ever.