Straight, Hung, Gooner in My House – Chapter 3

Everyone is 18+.

Chapter 3: Goon Slave

The heavy thump of bass from the porn soundtrack vibrated through the mattress beneath me. It had been hours today, none of our parents had bothered to check on us. My barely legal ass was in the air, my face pressed into the pillow, and my entire world had narrowed to the sensation of Jason’s cock stretching me open. He was relentless, his hips slamming into me with a rhythm that made my toes curl, every thrust hitting that spot inside me that had me seeing stars. It was Jason's last day at home before he went back to college. Brock was sprawled out beside me, his hand lazily stroking his cock as he watched the laptop screen, his eyes glazed over with that same blank lust I’d come to recognize. They were both older than me, and had more experience in this... world.

This is my life now. A living, gooner fleshlight for two straight guys who couldn’t get enough of porn—or me. And honestly? I didn’t hate it. There was something hypnotic about the way they used me, the way their bodies moved, the way their muscles rippled under their sweat-slicked skin. Jason’s biceps flexed as he gripped my hips, his abs tight and defined as he leaned over me, his breath coming in harsh, ragged bursts. Brock’s body was just as impressive, his chest broad and smooth, his cock thick and veiny as it twitched in his hand. They were both so fucking fit, so masculine, and I couldn’t get enough of it.

“Fuck, you’re tight,” Jason grunted, his voice low and rough. He pulled out almost entirely, the sudden emptiness making me whimper, before slamming back in, the force of it pushing me forward on the bed. His voice was gruff and almost undirected, right in my ear. “You’re taking it like a champ, though... Good gooner... Good penis pleaser... Empty my sperm tanks...uhhhh.”

The praise sent a shiver down my spine, my cock twitching between my legs, pushed against the bed. I wasn’t used to this kind of dominance from Brock, who usually just treated me like a convenient fleshlight. But Jason? He was different. He was intentional. Every thrust, every word, every movement felt like it was calculated to drive me wild. And it was working.

Brock chuckled, his free hand reaching over to slap my ass lightly. “She’s a slut.”

I couldn’t even form a coherent response, my brain too fogged with cum to do anything but moan. Jason’s cock was hitting something deep inside me, a spot that made my entire body jolt with electricity every time he pressed into it. My fingers dug into the sheets, my hips pushing back against him, desperate for more.

“Yeah, she likes it,” Jason murmured, his hand sliding up my back to grip the base of my neck. 

I nodded, the motion muffled by the pillow. It was true. I did. I loved it. I loved the way they used me, the way they made me feel like I was nothing but a hole for their pleasure. It was intoxicating, the way they’d both just take what they wanted, no hesitation, no apologies. And I let them. Every single time.

“We should get him on his back,” Brock said suddenly, his tone casual, like he was suggesting a change in the movie they were watching. “I want to see his face when he cums.”

Jason didn’t need to be told twice. He pulled out abruptly, making me gasp, before flipping me over onto my back. My legs were instantly hooked over his shoulders, his cock pressing against my entrance again. Brock shifted closer, his hand still on his own cock, his eyes fixated on my face like he was studying me.

“Yeah, that’s it,” Jason said, his voice a low growl as he pushed back into me. His eyes locked onto mine, his gaze intense, almost predatory. “Look at him, Brock. Look at how much he loves it.”

I did love it. The stretch, the fullness, the way his cock felt inside me—it was overwhelming in the best way possible.

"I make you guys cum," I said sloppily, drunk on horny juices in my brain, "We're all eighteen." Jason chuckled, and Brock looked at me numbly, his large, leaking cock edging closer.

"That's right, good boy," he said, "We're all eighteen here."

My hands flew to the headboard, gripping it tightly as Jason started moving again, his thrusts deep and deliberate. Brock’s hand moved faster on his own cock, his breathing getting heavier as he watched us.

“You’re a good slut, aren’t you?” Jason said, his voice dripping with satisfaction. “Taking my cock like it’s nothing. And you’re so fucking tight, it’s insane.”

I could feel myself getting closer, the tension in my body coiling tighter and tighter with every thrust. My cock was leaking pre-cum all over my stomach, my breath coming in short, shallow gasps. I was a mess, a complete and utter mess, and I didn’t care.

“I’m close,” Jason warned, his hips speeding up, his breathing getting ragged. “You gonna cum for me, slut?”

I nodded frantically, my legs trembling as I felt my orgasm building, the pressure in my gut almost unbearable. Jason’s thrusts became erratic, his grip on my hips tightening as he slammed into me one last time, his cock pulsing inside me as he came. The sensation of him filling me up pushed me over the edge, I grabbed my own cock, shooting ropes of cum onto my chest in less than two strokes as my entire body shook with the force of my orgasm.

Brock let out a low whistle, his hand still moving on his cock. “Damn.”

Jason pulled out slowly, his cum dripping out of me and onto the bed as he collapsed beside me, his chest heaving. I could barely move, my body boneless and sated, my mind still buzzing from the intensity of it all.

Brock leaned over me, his hand still stroking his cock, his eyes locked on my face.

Jason leaned down, his hand wrapping around the back of my head, and guided my face toward Brock’s thick, leaking cock. I opened my mouth instinctively, my lips wrapping around the shaft as Jason started moving my head, using me like a fleshlight for his bro. The taste of precum hit my tongue, salty and bitter, as Brock groaned above me, his hand gripping my hair to keep me in place. Jason chuckled darkly.

Brock’s hips bucked slightly, forcing his cock deeper into my throat, and I gagged around him, tears welling in my eyes.

“Let’s do something special for your last day,” Brock said suddenly to Jason, his hand tightening in my hair. “What do you think? Like her.” 

He pointed at the laptop, which showed some slut tied up and blindfolded, being shared ruthlessly by two guys. Jason grinned, his eyes lighting up with a predatory gleam. “Yes.”

Before I could even process what was happening, they were moving. A blindfold was tied tightly over my eyes, plunging me into darkness. My wrists were bound behind my back with one of their belts, and my legs were spread wide, tied to the bedposts. I was completely vulnerable, completely at their mercy. I was face down with my ass in the air, and my cock was positioned inside a fleshlight, the tightness around me making me whimper as they prepared to use me.

“Just a hole for us to use,” one of them said, "Since he's eighteen now."

I could feel their hands on me, their cocks pressing against my holes, their mouths on my skin. I was lost in the sensations, my body trembling as they took turns using me, their thrusts deep and relentless. The fleshlight around my cock kept me on edge, the pleasure building and building until I was a whimpering, shaking mess.

We spent the rest of the day like that, lost in a haze of lust and release. I was their goon toy, their sensory deprivation slut.

At one point, one of them decided to push me further, turning my head to the side, a cock sliding down my throat until I couldn’t breathe. I gagged, tears streaming down my face as he held me there, my vision blurring at the edges. “Take it, slut,” he growled, his grip on my hair tightening. I tried to relax my throat, to let him deeper, but it was too much. The darkness crept in, and I blacked out, my body going limp.

When I came to, my mouth was full of his cum, thick and warm, pooling on my tongue. I swallowed instinctively, my throat raw, my head still hazy. Someone was still fucking me, their cock slamming into me with a rhythm that made my body jolt with every thrust. My legs were spread wide, tied to the bedposts, my arms bound behind my back. I couldn’t see, the blindfold still tight over my eyes, but I could feel everything—the stretch, the heat, the way my body was being used.

Brock’s voice broke through the fog. “He’s awake,” he said, his tone almost amused. “Took you long enough, slut.” His hand slapped my ass, the sting making me whimper.

“Good,” Jason said, his voice low and satisfied. “Means he can take more.”

I groaned, my cock twitching in the fleshlight, the sensation of being used overwhelming me.I was their toy, their goon slut, and I loved every second of it.

They kept me in that fleshlight for what felt like hours, their cocks alternating between my holes as they used me like a damn stress toy. I came so many times in the toy that I wasn’t sure any jizz was even coming out anymore. My body was wrung dry, every inch of me trembling with overstimulation as they took turns pounding into me. Jason’s cock was relentless, his thrusts deep and unyielding, while Brock’s was slower, almost teasing, as he dragged his length in and out of me with occasional sadistic comments.

Each time I thought I couldn’t take anymore, they pushed me further, their hands rough on my skin, their voices low and commanding. “You’re ours, bitch,” Jason growled, his breath hot against my ear as he fucked me hard and fast. “You’re nothing but our cum dumpster now. Plump cheeks ready for jizz.”

Brock slapped my ass, the sting making me arch my back as he laughed darkly. “Look at him, Jay. He’s fucking wrecked.”

I was. Completely and utterly wrecked. My cock twitched weakly in the fleshlight, my body trembling as they continued to use me, their cocks driving me to the edge over and over again. I couldn’t even beg for mercy anymore, my voice hoarse and broken.

I didn’t even have the energy to respond, my eyes fluttering shut as I basked in the numbness. This really was my life now. A goon slut for two straight porn addicts.

I think Jason really wanted to get all the use he could out of me before he went back to school. He noted that I was better than any goon bud he had used before. When their cocks needed a break, they untied me and took turns sitting on my face, having me tongue their sweaty holes, constricting my breath repeatedly.

When they finally untied me, it was dark outside, and Jason was coming back into the room naked, holding a towel, looking fresh from a shower. I didn’t even have the energy to move, my eyes fluttering shut as I basked in the afterglow. This really was my life now. A goon slut for straight porn addicts.