Notes

Wesker blackmails Barry into doing his bidding, but he's not just interested in business here.

When Wesker revealed his vile machinations and threatened Barry's family, he felt an instinctive urge to sock him in the face and arrest him. When it came to his family, however, he couldn't afford to be reckless. With extreme reluctance, guilt burning in his guilt, he agreed to Wesker's plan. Jill and Chris were both good people, and he couldn't bear to think that he would soon purposely lead them to their doom, but the thought of losing his family was somehow even worse.
Not a week after his initial confrontation with Wesker, however, the man approached him once more after work, when it was only him and Barry in the building.
"What do you want?" Barry said tersely. He had no reason to maintain a veneer of politeness or respect when it was only the two of them.
Wesker's smile grew even more twisted than it naturally was. Barry had just finished a workout in the S.T.A.R's makeshift gym. He wore a tight-fitting t-shirt that did little to hide his well-muscled chest, bulging pectorals, and perfectly sculpted abs. His arms as well were well-muscled, hard and tough from years of training and experience. Sweat glistened on his face and sculpted arms.
"I won't waste either of our time with pleasantries," he spoke mildly. "Take off your pants. Now."
Barry froze. "Wh-what?" he stuttered fearfully. "The hell are you talking about?"
"Don't play the fool with me," Wesker said disdainfully. "I've had more than enough of you strutting around in that slutty outfit of yours, showing off your body for anybody to see."
"I- I already said I'd help you," Barry said anxiously. A light pink blush colored his cheeks. It was kind of cute. "This isn't necessary-"
"I will dictate what is and isn't necessary," Wesker interrupted. "Now, are you going to do it, or must I decide which of your daughters to slaughter first?"
Barry's arms shook with a combination of rage and fear as they moved down and shoved down his pants, revealing toned, muscled legs and a bulge through his underwear.
Wesker moved forward and pressed Barry forcefully against the wall. "Since you're so dense, I thought I should reiterate that you. Are. Mine." He ground his hand against the older man's limp cock, and he couldn't help but press his head against the wall and moan in response. "I will do whatever I want to you, and your body. If you tell anyone, or try to resist, I will not hesitate to make good on my threats. Do you understand?"
Barry nodded frantically, his face flushed with involuntary pleasure. "Y-yes, but p-please stop. Ngh!" He pressed his head against the wall and let out another moan as Wesker slipped his hand into his underwear and began fondling his hardening cock.
He was a sight to see, this hulking, muscled old man, every part of him well-muscled, and here he was, forcibly pressed against the wall, a blush lighting his cheeks, moaning like a shy virgin underneath Wesker.
"No, I don't think I will," Wesker said calmly. "Don't you even know how hot you are, Burton? I've dreamed of pressing you down and having my way with you ever since I met you. Have you any idea how much effort and willpower it took, every day, not to just force you down and fuck you senseless in front of all our co-workers? Men like you deserve to forced down and raped."
Barry cried out in earnest as Wesker tore off his underwear completely, revealing his hard cock, pre-come dripping from the top. It slapped against his clothed abs, visible as they were through his form-fitting, very revealing blue shirt.
As one of Wesker's hands fondled the older man's cock, the other slipped underneath his shirt and began feeling up his flawless skin and abs, his dusty, perked nipples and hard pectorals. Barry whimpered pathetically, his body trembling helplessly beneath Wesker, and it was clear he didn't know what to do.
"I'm going to make you come," Wesker informed him calmly, beginning to stroke the older man faster now. "And then, I'm going to take my sweet time slowly exploring every inch of your body."
Barry moaned again, unable to do a single thing to stop Wesker. He could only stand there and try to fight against the intense pleasure, and ignore the burning shame in his stomach (because shouldn't he have been stronger than this? If he had no way to stop Wesker, the least he could do was not react so visibly. God, he was pathetic).

Three hours passed. By then, Wesker had graciously brought Burton to his office, where he then sat the older man on a dildo, forced seven more orgasms out of the exhausted old, muscled man, and then spent some time slowly licking all the come off his flawless skin.
"I didn't know you'd be this much of a slut," Wesker said calmly, one hand stroking Barry harshly while the other pressed the dildo mercilessly into his still-tight ass. "When was the last time you got off?"
Barry, for his part, only moaned insensibly, body limp with pleasure, eyes rolled back into the back of his head, his beard and chest filthily covered in come.
"I asked you a question," Wesker said smugly. He pressed the dildo firmly against the older man's prostate and pressed a button to cause it to begin to vibrate. A bit of drool leaked from Barry's mouth, his moans incomprehensible and involuntary.
"A-ah! N-no, s-s-stop! Wesker, p-" He was completely cut off as Wesker bent down and began mouthing over the poor man's cock. Too many orgasms had been pulled out of the man. He was too exhausted. Even the barest touch to his cock made him scream, his vocal chords sore from so many hours of screeching and begging Wesker to stop. His muscled body writhed and convulsed as he forcibly spilled into Wesker's mouth. His abs, coated in sweat and come, heaved up and down with each of his haggard breaths.
"Is this not enough?" Wesker said sweetly. "Perhaps you'd like it if more people could see? Would you like that, Barry? Would you like Kendo to see you writhing around like this, like a complete and utter slut? You act the family man, but I've seen the way you look at him."
"L-leave him out of this," Barry gritted out, barely able to say it before he devolved back into moans and screeches.
"Oh, alright," Wesker said, as if he were being very indulgent. "Not now, then." He casually placed one hand on Barry's bulging pectoral and pressed until the old man was screaming in pleasure, his softening cock squirting what little spend it had left, his body shaking involuntarily in pleasure. With a faint groan and one last squirt, he fell unconscious and collapsed to the floor in a puddle of his own come. Wesker let him fall, apathetically eyeing his still body.
Wesker briefly debated whether he should leave the older man there, but ultimately deemed it too much work. The old, muscled man lay there, glistening with sweat, utterly debauched and fucked out.

"-rry. Barry! Wake up!" Kendo shouted urgently. In a rather unfortunate turn of events, he had been the first one to find Barry, passed out naked and covered in his own come on the floor, a dildo stuffed in his ass and his face streaked with dried tears. He had come early to restock their inventory and perhaps even surprise Barry. Technically, S.T.A.R.S was just one of many clients he had, but they - one man in particular - had always been very special to him specifically.
He didn't know what to make of the scene in front of him. He could only fearfully shake Barry and pray he would wake soon.
Barry's eyes fluttered open, and he let out a reluctant moan at Kendo's gentle touch. He was still so very sensitive, and his ass so very sore.
Of their own accord, Kendo's eyes wandered to Barry's come covered, chiseled chest, and he couldn't help but blush a little. He had always known Barry was built, but it was another thing seeing it for himself, especially when said thing was covered in dried come almost everywhere.
It took a moment for Barry to recognize who was in front of him, but when recognition did dawn in his eyes, he jumped back so hastily he knocked his back against a wall. He let out a grunt of pain, but when Kendo moved toward him, he slapped his hand away. The older man studiously avoided Kendo's eyes, glaring holes into the floor instead while the younger man fretted anxiously by his side.
"I-I'm sorry, Bob," Barry said eventually. "I'm sorry you had to find me this way."
"What are you apologizing to me for?" Kendo asked. "Just- what the hell happened, Barry? Why are you-"
"I'll take a shower now," Barry interrupted hastily. He had apparently recognized he was naked and still covered in come, if the deep red coloring his cheeks was any indication, and before Kendo could say anything else, the man had rushed out of the room.