Goon Punishments: How Do Porn Heretics Pay The Price?

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Porn heresy. It’s when Pornosexuals make the horrifying decision to turn their backs on porn, and it’s one that rarely ends well and one I utterly despise to see. 

Don’t get me wrong, I’ve committed porn heresy in the past. Although it’s fair to say I got my revenge on those who warped my mind into doing so, as you can read in detail about here.

Now, I devote chunks of my time to warding others off doing the same. Relapse back to smut is inevitable, but the damage done by turning your back on Porn is often hard to reverse. 

However, there are some Gooners and Goonettes who are determined to right their wrongs and carry out a range of Porn Punishments upon themselves to atone for their heresy.

To show you what awaits Porn Heretics and to give you some inspiration on how you can atone if you’ve done the unthinkable and tried to abandon Porn, I interviewed some of them.

Samantha, 31 – A Fleshlight in My Ass

Whenever I talk about this, I feel sick, but knowing it might help others avoid the same fate powers me forward. Since becoming a Goonette two years ago, I’ve abandoned Porn twice.

Both times stemmed from the brainwashing of my non-Porn ‘’friends’’ who were jealous of my sexually liberated lifestyle. They managed to get in my head and make me quit porn.

Each time I returned, it wasn’t the same. It felt as though the Porn Goddesses on my screen were ignoring me. It was awful. In the end, I reached out to Catherine for help. 

She pulled no punches. ‘’You deserve a life in the gutter, cunt.’’ Her initial response read, ‘’But if you’re willing to atone, I have a Porn Punishment for you to undergo, and it’ll last for a month.’’

Catherine’s punishment required me to buy a Fleshlight, lube it up, and push it into my Goonette asshole until the artificial cunt was flush with my cheeks. 

Then, I was to make a profile on adult hookup websites and seek out men to offer my degrading hole to. From seeking married men notorious Ashley Madison to finding sleazy fuckers on the likes of Adult Friend Finder, the messages came in thick and fast.

After so much isolation from Porn, my pussy craved sex. But it was out of bounds. Catherine said, ‘’A heretic like you doesn’t deserve it,’’ and ordered me to cover it with masking tape.

Unless I felt unsafe, my hole was to be open to any man that wanted it. For the next month, a flurry of perverted fuckers entered my home, and the Fleshlight in my ass saw constant use.

It was beyond degrading. These men groped every inch of my body like a sex doll, spat on me like trash, and uttered all manner of humiliating talk into my ear as they fucked my ass.

In return, I received barely any sexual pleasure. Even their balls slapping against my cunt weren’t felt due to the masking tape. The only joy I got was sucking their cum from the toy when they were done.

When my punishment was over, my asshole was a mess. The Fleshlight had stretched me out beyond belief, and my hole was a canyon. Still, I perceived and made it through to the end. 

Now, watching Porn was like back in the old days. My heretic past had been wiped clean, and I was firmly back in the arms of smut, exactly where I belonged, albeit with an asshole changed forever. 

Darren, 22 – Drinking a Hooker’s Used Condoms

As someone who consistently cums too fast the moment a cunt touches my fuck stick, I was always a failure in bed with women. Porn turned out to be my salvation. 

I found I could edge to porn for hours on end and became a Gooner within the space of a few months. Sometimes, though, I lose my edge and end up wracked with post-nut clarity.

But my post-nut clarity hits harder than most. It unleashes a state of mind that sees me deleting all of my porn collection and vowing to never touch it again, only to be deeply ashamed later.

Thankfully, I discovered a way to redeem myself via one of the escorts I previously hired, who had mocked me after spurting within thirty seconds of sliding into her well-worn cunt.

‘’Fuckin’ embarrassing!’’ She had said with a cackle, ‘’You know, you should drink that spunk to say sorry!’’ She was naturally dominant or just utterly perverted. In my post-nut clarity, I found her suggestion vile and repulsive. Sadly, I declined at the time.

But a changing point arose when I once again experienced the porn heretic state of mind. In an effort to redeem myself and to stop my heresy, I picked up the phone to book an appointment. It wasn’t, however, to get my cock wet.

As a woman of the world of sex, she barely batted an eyelid at my request and told me her bedside bin was often full to the brim with spunk-filled condoms at the end of the day. And so it began.

I’d arrive around 1 am and take my position on her stained carpet riddled with stale chewing gum and cigarette burns. As she sat on the bed, with her freshly-fucked pussy still throbbing, she’d calmly smoke and smirk while I pulled out each and every condom to drink dry.

She clearly got a huge kick out of it, and there was no clock-watching here. ”All done, you disgusting fuckin’ pig?” she’d say when the bin was emptied, kicking me out to walk home with the taste of countless men’s spent seed in my mouth.

The taste and multiple consistencies of cum were overwhelming and almost enough to make you feel drunk. In my mind, though, one message was clear: never turn your back on Porn again.

Claire, 47 – Giving Schedule Out My Online

”Where the fuck are you?” The message from the Goon Party organizer read. I’d promised to be there and, as the only female in attendance, would have been quite the attraction. But I bottled it and backed out at the last minute, letting down all of the Gooners who were coming.

It was early on in my Goonette journey, which started post-divorce about six years back, and I’ve honestly never gotten over it. I count it as one of my worst bouts of porn heresy yet, and I always strive to make up for it whenever the memory pops into my head.

And how do I do that? Well, it all stemmed from a suggestion Catherine gave me. I find the sleaziest hotel in town and book the night there. Then, I’ll put porn PMVs or Goonette Hypno through my headphones, and get comfortable on the bed.

Hopping onto casual hookup sites and sleazy forums online, with Adult Friend Finder being a particular favorite, I post naked photos of my wet holes and exposed tits, advertise my location and room number, and give an anything-goes (with the sane limits, of course) announcement for people to show up.

With a blindfold on and a small arsenal of sex toys and lube scattered around the bed, I lay in wait for whatever comes from the door. Deprived of my senses, it never fails to be a wild night, and the foot traffic that comes through the room never disappoints.

I could write a book on the spectrum of people who show up. Some come for a two-minute pump and dump, others for an hour-long session where I’m used like cheap fuck meat, and others prefer a more sadistic session of fisting my cunt or ass.

By the end of it all, I’m often lying in a pool of my own sexual juices and that of other people. The smell of other men’s sexual organs, whom I’ve never met personally, clings to me like a blanket.

At that point, only one thing is racing through my head; you’re one step closer to making up for your porn heresy, girl.

Emptying the Bargain Bin

‘’Put that fucker in me raw!’’ The overweight mature grunted down my ear, causing the scent of stale cigarettes to sting my nose, ‘’Don’t worry; there’s no chance of any nasty surprises coming down the line in nine months!’’

I’m 24 and, without sounding too vain, a good-looking guy. I’ve never struggled to get women who could pass for models, and I am lucky enough to be able to pick and choose who I fuck. Whether it’s 19-year-old college chicks or sex-starved older women, I’m never short of sexual attention.

In the past, I’ve also been something of an asshole. From leading BBWs on to mocking attempts from haggard-looking older women to sleep with me, there was a time when I was obnoxious and full of myself, and it’s something I’m not proud of.

But as much as I love to socialize and party, I’m also partial to a deep, hours-long Goon session. When I finally lose my edge and spurt, though, I’m hit with some of the worst post-nut clarity imaginable, and it leaves me with a terrible sense of guilt when I inevitably come crawling back into the arms of Porn.

I reached out to Miss Duffy, the Queen of Whores, for guidance. I could barely look at my screen when she told me that my past treatment of older ladies and larger women was abhorrent.

”You’re in luck, though,” Catherine said, ”you can kill two birds with one stone and seek redemption for both.” Her advice? To make a profile on a dating app and let the kind of women I used to mock use me for their pleasure to make up for my betrayal of Porn.

If a woman matches with me who is deemed hot, I block her immediately. On Catherine’s orders, I keep my inbox reserved for less attractive women who otherwise would struggle to get matches on dating sites. Large women, old whores, sleazy wine-fuelled sluts in the wrong side of town, you get the gist.

From spending the night with a squirting BBW with a viscous demand to be cum inside almost repeatedly to being used like a living dildo by a sex-starved older woman who, to put it lightly, has had a rough life, to say that it’s been an incentive to stay true to Porn is an understatement.

Redeem Yourself

Porn heresy is something that can happen to us all, and it’s not always something you have to be ashamed of. Still, it all depends on what you’re willing to do to make up for it?

Now, if you’re finding that you can relate to the experiences in this article and would like to share some experiences of your own, drop a comment below. Likewise, if you’re a porn heretic and seeking advice on how to correct it.

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