Chapter 6 - Chapter 6: The Gathering

Night fell slow and thick over Maple Lane.Alex stayed in his room until the streetlights flickered on. He didn't eat dinner. Didn't turn on the light. Just sat on the edge of his bed in the dark, staring at the thin stripe of hallway glow under his door.Downstairs the house was quiet at first. Too quiet.Then the doorbell rang.Once. Twice. A third time—insistent.Elena's heels clicked across the hardwood. The door opened. Soft laughter spilled in—male, multiple voices, deep and easy. Marcus's rumble cut through first."Evening, beautiful."More footsteps. Boots. Sneakers. Dress shoes. At least five sets, maybe six. Alex counted the greetings like wounds."Hey, gorgeous.""Damn, look at you.""Been waiting all week for this."The front door closed. Locked.Voices moved into the living room. Furniture shifted—couch cushions, coffee table pushed aside. Glass clinked. Ice rattled in tumblers. Someone turned on music—low bass, slow R&B, the kind that vibrated through floorboards.Elena's laugh floated up. Breathless. Already tipsy-sounding, though Alex knew she hadn't drunk anything yet.He cracked his door wider.Listened.Marcus spoke first. "You do what I told you?"A rustle of fabric. A soft gasp."Yes, sir.""Show them."More rustling. A zipper. Something hitting the floor.Alex's pulse hammered in his ears.He stood. Moved to the top of the stairs on silent feet. Crouched low. Peered through the banister spindles.The living room lights were dimmed to warm amber. Elena stood in the center of the rug like the eye of a storm.She wore black lingerie—crotchless bodysuit, sheer panels over her tits and ass, garters clipped to thigh-highs. The jeweled plug still nestled between her cheeks, catching light every time she shifted. Her nipples poked through the lace, hard and dark. Red lipstick freshly applied. Hair loose now, tumbling over her shoulders.Six men surrounded her in a loose circle.Marcus—shirt already off, muscles gleaming under the lamps.Callahan—tie loosened, sleeves rolled.Two guys Alex didn't recognize: one Latino, heavily tattooed, mid-thirties; the other younger, blond, built like a linebacker.Then Mr. Reynolds from the end of the block—quiet accountant type, glasses fogging already.And finally—Jesus—Coach Daniels. Alex's track coach. The man who'd slapped him on the back after regionals and called him "son."Alex's stomach dropped through the floor.Elena turned slowly, letting them look."Gentlemen," Marcus said, voice lazy and proud, "meet the neighborhood's favorite wife. She's been training all week to take everything you've got."Elena smiled—slow, wicked. "I'm ready."Marcus stepped forward first. Grabbed her by the throat—not hard, just firm. Tilted her head back."On your knees."She dropped instantly. Knees spreading on the rug. Hands behind her back like she'd been taught.The men closed in.Marcus unzipped. Pulled out that thick dark cock Alex had seen ruin her before. Elena leaned forward without being told. Took him deep. No gag. No hesitation. Just wet, eager suction.Callahan moved behind her. Dropped to one knee. Spread her ass cheeks with both hands. Tongue flicked over the plug, then lower, lapping at her dripping slit. Elena moaned around Marcus's shaft—muffled, desperate.The tattooed guy—Javier, Alex heard someone call him—stepped up beside Marcus. Freed his own cock. Elena's hand wrapped around it immediately. Stroked in time with her mouth.Coach Daniels watched for a moment, breathing hard. Then he knelt too. Sucked one of her nipples through the lace while his hand worked the other.Reynolds stayed back at first—nervous, stroking himself through his slacks. But when Elena locked eyes with him and crooked a finger, he shuffled forward. She pulled off Marcus long enough to kiss the tip of Reynolds's cock, then took him in alongside Javier—two in her mouth at once, stretching her lips wide.Alex's vision tunneled.He should run. Call the police. Smash something.Instead his hand slipped into his sweatpants.He stroked himself slowly—matching the rhythm below.Marcus pulled out. Slapped her cheek lightly with his wet cock."Bedroom. Now."Elena rose on shaky legs. Led the procession upstairs—six men trailing her like wolves.They passed within feet of Alex's hiding spot. No one looked up.He waited until the master bedroom door clicked shut.Then he followed.The hallway was dark. Door wasn't latched all the way—left cracked, just like she'd promised.Alex pressed his eye to the gap.Inside: chaos already.Elena on her back across the king bed, head hanging off the edge. Marcus stood over her, fucking her throat in long, deep strokes. Her throat bulged visibly with each thrust.Javier between her legs—cock buried to the hilt, pounding her pussy while Coach Daniels straddled her waist, sliding between her tits.Callahan and Reynolds took turns feeding her their fingers—three at a time—while she moaned and bucked.The blond kid—Tyler, someone called him—waited his turn, stroking himself and filming on his phone.Elena's hands were everywhere—gripping sheets, clawing backs, jerking whatever cock came near.Words spilled out between gasps and gags."More—fuck—use me—fill every hole—"Marcus pulled out. Cum sprayed across her face—thick ropes over her cheeks, lips, closed eyes. She licked what she could reach. Smiled through the mess.Javier groaned next. Slammed deep. Pumped his load inside her. Pulled out—creampie immediately leaking onto the sheets.Coach took his place. Flipped her onto all fours. Mounted her from behind like an animal. Grunted with each thrust."Always knew you were a slut under those modest dresses," he growled. "Fucking my boys on the track team next?"Elena laughed—wild, broken. "Maybe—if they ask nicely."Alex came against the doorframe—silent, shaking—while Coach unloaded inside his mother.One by one they rotated.Tyler went last—young, eager, sloppy. Came on her ass while she begged for it.When the last man finished, Elena lay sprawled in the center of the ruined bed—cum everywhere: face, tits, stomach, thighs, leaking from both holes. Plug still in place. Chest heaving. Eyes glassy with pleasure.The men dressed slowly. Laughed. Slapped high-fives. Promised to "come back soon."Marcus was last to leave. He leaned down, kissed her cum-smeared mouth."Good girl," he murmured. "You took them all like a champ."Elena smiled up at him—dazed, satisfied."Tell my boy I said goodnight," she whispered.Marcus paused. Looked toward the cracked door.Alex froze.Marcus smirked—slow, knowing.Then he left.The house went quiet.Elena didn't move right away. Just lay there, breathing. Fingers idly swirling the mess on her stomach.After a long minute she spoke—soft, clear, directed at the hallway."You can come in now, sweetheart."Alex's legs almost gave out.He pushed the door open.Stepped inside.She looked at him—eyes soft, almost loving through the ruin."Come here."He did.Stopped at the foot of the bed.She reached out. Took his trembling hand. Pulled him closer until he sat on the edge."Look at me," she said.He did.She cupped his face with cum-sticky fingers."I love you," she whispered. "Always will."Then she guided his hand between her legs."Let you feel what they left."His fingers slipped through the slick heat—hot, swollen, overflowing.She moaned softly at the touch."Stay with me tonight," she said. "Just hold me. Watch me sleep covered in them."Alex didn't speak.He just nodded.Climbed onto the bed beside her—fully clothed, shaking.Wrapped his arms around her sticky, used body.She curled into him like she used to when he was little.Fell asleep almost instantly—peaceful, sated.Alex lay awake until dawn.Listening to her breathe.Feeling the warmth of other men's cum against his skin.Knowing nothing would ever be the same.And knowing—deep in the broken place inside him—that he didn't want it to be.