Chapter 8: Josh trembles as Barry's thick cock stretches his throat raw, tears and mascara running down his face while Barry calmly discusses quarterly losses, occasionally unmuting to chuckle 'Just thinking through some staffing issues' when Josh chokes too violently.
The week unfolded in a haze of gray routine. Josh moved through his tasks with a blank efficiency that seemed to satisfy his immediate superiors. He spoke only when necessary, ate lunch alone at his desk, and kept his gaze fixed on the middle distance, avoiding eye contact with everyone but especially with Barry, Kevin, and Greg. Their presence was a constant low-grade current in the office, a hum beneath the fluorescent lights. They didn’t touch him again, but their looks were enough—possessive, knowing, full of promise for Friday.
The hollow feeling from the server room had not left him. It had solidified into a cold, dense core in his center. He felt like a spectator in his own body, watching his hands type, his legs walk, his voice give status updates. The shame had burned down to embers, leaving behind something colder: a dispassionate acceptance.
Friday arrived, heavy and inevitable.
A calendar invitation popped up at 4:55 PM. One-on-One Sync - Barry. Location: His Place. Address provided. No option to decline.
Josh closed his laptop precisely at five. He walked to his car through the autumn chill, the address keyed into his phone’s GPS. It led him to a modest, slightly neglected subdivision on the city’s fringe.