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Charles Wesley CRUSHER'S PAINFUL ordeal WITH THE KLINGONS

oceanic abyss SPACE 7 - 09:00 HRS : Wesley Crusher woke up in the morning with his severe five-inch dick along with his hairless balls sticking out of the leg initiative of his tight livid brief. He'd gotten accustomed to wearing nix but his underwear in bed and walking around their quarters since his mother was often away in the morning to afternoon hour conducting inquiry. She had taken a leave of absence from the Enterprise to puzzle out on some highly classified project with a fissure team of Starfleet scientists on Deep blank 7, which was just outside the border of Klingon space orbiting the major planet Arachnis. Wesley came along for the change of atmosphere.
Wesley gets out of bed and lets his break of the day Grant Wood lead the way into the living room area. Making his way into the living way he wipes away forenoon sleep from his eyes with the cover of his hands. As his sight adjusted, he's surprised to find Lt. Commander Natasha Kaczynski, a co-worker of his female parent's, standing there holding one of Dr. Crusher's data point domiciliation.
"how-do-you-do, Wesley. You're mom asked me to neglect by and break up up her data point pad and ... Oh my good,"she exclaims as she stares directly at the teenager's hard shaft sticking out of his brief !
Wesley stands still unable to move. He's too stunned and overtaken with embarrassment. His face reddens like an apple, and then he quickly moves to brood his stuff cock with his hands. Yet he's still shocked at being caught practically naked with his teen cock completely open to her view. He stands frozen like a cervid before the head twinkle of an on-coming car.
There's a sense of mastery in her center. Natasha places the data pad on the coffee table, walks up to Wesley, and grabbing his work force she pulls them away from his crotch exposing the teen's break of the day glory.
"Let me see, Charles Wesley,"she asks not really caring about his modestness or answer. John Wesley is at a loss for words. She kneels down and without even asking him she starts sucking his unbendable shit. Seconds later he erupts into coming shooting various gobs of creamy teen boy cum into her back talk. She swallows every drib and continues sucking even after Charles Wesley's pecker had gone flaccid. He collapses on the sofa, but Natasha falls with him with her rima oris still engulfing his dick.
He tries to pull away from her as her aggressive suction has become painfully nerve killing, his cock being ever so sensitive after cumming.
"I want some more,"she demands.
Against his will Wesley's dick hardens wrapped in her hand. She jerks him off gripping his cock painfully hard.
"I can't. Please arrest. My ah ... My phallus. It's very sensitive after I ejaculate,"Charles Wesley manages.
"I don't fear,"she responds. Her lips take time lag of his cockhead and the early pleasure Wesley had suddenly becomes a pressure of ecstatic painfulness. She sucks him to the stem. He moans uncontrollably and again within secondment Wesley shoots off in her mouth again.
Suddenly her communicator goes off,"Natasha, did you have any problems finding my data pad."
"No, MD Crusher. I found it. I'll be right wing up in a few mo,"Natasha responds calmly.
She leaves a very exhausted, used and blackguard John Wesley Crusher sitting asleep and splayed out on a couch with his limp teenager peter and sagging balls still hanging out of his legal brief.
Wesley wakes up moment after Lt. Kaczynski had left. The fair sex had practically raped his tool. Molested and forced him to cum twice. He'd enjoyed his first sexual experience with a woman, but felt ashamed at his being so forcefully taken like he was a girl. He's supposed to be the man, the one in control Wesley thought, but the instant clip she sucked him off really offend. The teenaged notices his sore and spittle covered putz. Man was she raspy. He gets up, removes his underwear, and heads into the toilet to shower.
After showering clean John Wesley returns to the common area completely naked. He picks up the briefs he had worn and realizes not a drop of his cum was on it. Lt. Kaczynski had swallowed every guesswork of his jism. He dumps his used underwear in the bathroom bond.
Just as he starts walking off to his room to get dressed the computer calls out a message,"incoming transmission for Wesley Crusher."Wesley walks over to the video communication sieve."Accept,"he tells the computer. The visual of a pretty blond-haired girl about Charles Wesley's age appears on the monitor.
"Hey, Wes. It's like Alyssa. We're supposed to work on that isosceles or isometric line project thingy for class today, call up,"the girl says smiling at him on the screenland. Alyssa is the girl John Wesley has had the hots for in his class. She had big mamilla and perky chest to pair her perky spaced out personality, but definitely not the brightest bulb shining in the fuck galaxy. Since he arrived at the station he had to be thrifty not to pop a boner in the slim fitting Charles Grey tights he wore. It suddenly dawns on him that he's bare-assed naked. His face suddenly blushes red. Did she see me naked he thinks to himself ? He moves closer to the reminder so that she can only see him from the shoulders up. Wes notices her eyes attract downward realizing she was thinking the same sentiment : that Wesley had inadvertently answered her ocular communicating naked.
"Oh. Hi, Alyssa. No. I… I didn't forget,"Wesley stammers."You mean the astrometric projection,"he adds correcting her and sounding more like a geeky snob know-it-all brat.
"Like, whatever. I just need to really work hard to get a passing level or I'll fail. I really need your avail, Wesley,"she flutters her eyes at him and he melts like butter shoved up his virgin posterior."Are you ready ? Can I come over now ?"
"Sure, just give me a few minutes to tidy up the place,"Wes replies covering his crotch even though she wasn't in the room nor could she see him.
"Great. I'll see you in xv mo. Later,"she licks her back talk and couldn't supporter try and get a peek below Wesley's shoulder joint hoping he would trip or decline farther back from the covert accidentally exposing his nakedness to her. The contagion closed and Charles Wesley was left standing with his pecker chubbing up to a semi hard on.
minute of arc later Wesley is in his way with his sleek slim fitting Lady Jane Grey tights laid out on his bed. He is about to slip into a fresh plum dyad of white Jockey shorts. Outside the window of his way he can see the USS Milky Way, a Miranda-class spaceship similar to the USS Reliant. Orbiting the planet Arachnis the USS Milky Way was the only ship currently assigned to guard and protect trench Space 7. In the dour abyss of outer space three small almost unimportant lump of loose seem to have sparked out of nothingness. They catch John Wesley's tending as they catch up in speed and brightness heading toward the lone starship. He pauses with just one foot inside the leg opening of his briefs and moves closer to the window.
Moments later the USS Milky Way explodes into a massive ball of visible radiation. Wesley's room and the entire quad station are rocked by the massive burst. He's knocked back by the powerful vim wave exerted by the ship's death. Bulk head word and detritus hurl at trench infinite 7 like a meteor tempest. John Wesley gets up just in sentence to see that the station's shields have also been breached. The window in his room has spidery cracks. Suddenly the methamphetamine shatters and Wesley has just enough clock time to jump out of his room. He catches a glimpse of his gray tights and everything in his room sucked out into the vacuity of place as the security door to his room finis. The ice windows in the common room seem intact.
"Computer, seal off windows,"Wesley immediately social club. Reinforced metallic element slowly blankets the glass. He realizes he's still naked, but somehow his Jockey shorts thankfully were still wrapped around one of his branch. Charles Wesley slips them on. He tries contacting his mother on the com, but it appears all communication is being jammed.
Another loud explosion rocks the post. Suddenly the stallion station loses gravitational attraction and Wesley finds himself floating in a zero somberness environment. Out of the blue a Klingon warrior materializes behind John Wesley. He turns around storm, scared and defenseless. Wesley is very embarrassed to be caught au naturel except for his briefs and instinctively covers his genital organ with his hands. He notices the Klingon wearing gravity boots.
"Klingons… but the Federation and Klingons have a peace of mind treaty and…,"John Wesley doesn't have a chance to finish his sentence. The Klingon warrior slaps him severe across the fount pushing the shocked teenager a few substructure away hovering on his backbone. The beast starts walking toward him.
Thinking fast Wesley kicks out with his bare metrical unit and catches the Klingon second power in the grimace, which also propels Wesley finisher to the door. The warrior swears at the teen in Klingon. Wesley is almost at the room access when unexpectedly another Klingon materializes in front of him blocking the teenaged boy's escape valve. The instant warrior immediately shoves Wesley hard in the pectus pushing him back into the center of the way. Stunned, Charles Wesley doesn't realize his consistency is spread-eagle hovering before the Klingons. More Klingon soldiers appear in the elbow room totaling to five warriors. The Klingon, who John Wesley had earlier kicked in the face, walks up between Wesley's splayed out peg. The man grabs a hold of John Wesley's dick and balls through the flimsy material of the teenage's underwear. He captures the teenager's genitals in his fist and squeezes hard.
"My testicle. Oh no… My dick… My balls. Please. check,"Wesley quickly curls up into fetal position as he pleads. The Klingon beast smirks at Wesley and squeezes harder eliciting a very girly shrill from the teen."Please, let go. It hurts. My dick… My balls… You're going to rupture… Oh, my balls… Please have mercy."
The threshold to the room slides spread. Alyssa floating in zero gravity pulls herself into the room."Wesley, are you okay ? I like think the station in under approach and,"she pauses only a few feet away from Wesley and the Klingons."And oh my god, Klingons,"Alyssa shocked not only at the invader, but at the billet of seeing geeky boy John Wesley Crusher being dominated and manhandled by them.
"Sorry, Wesley,"she yells as she turns to bolt out !
She makes to escape, but is cut off by another Klingon who roughs her up a bit. She struggles, but he swiftly strips her wearing apparel off until she is bare except for a lacey span of livid step-in and bra. Her titty are practically spilling out of her bra and her loins are practically visible through the almost transparent pantie. The Klingon places restraining handcuff on her paw, which he raises above her head, and activates it magnetizing the turnup to the wall. She seems quite an secure and helpless. Alyssa shifts her pegleg up in a vain attempt to cut through up her modesty, but it seems the Klingons are not too interested with her. They all joke at her and at Wesley.
"Please don't hurt her. Don't… Don't rape her,"Wesley deal on her behalf acting all brave and manly even as the Klingon clutching his boyhood threatens to crush his prick and balls. The male Klingons surround Wesley as his body floats helplessly in zero gravity. They unzip their pants producing five pairs of 9 to 10 inches of raw and perfect thick Klingon cocks. The Klingon leader snap John Wesley by the hair and pushes Wes'facial expression to his crotch and says something in Klingon which Wesley understood to be"suction !"
Wesley turns his head away from the 10-inch Klingon shaft whose owner slaps Wesley across the backtalk with it.
"Please, don't do this. I'm not like that… I'm not gay… Please, don't. Don't rapine me. Not in presence of her, delight"Wesley begs.
He remembers Tasha Yar's report of her growing up and being repeatedly gang-raped. Now he was about to be gang-raped and even more humiliating for him the Klingons are going to ravage him in front of Alyssa, the girl of his wet dreams.
"No way. ejaculate on, don't do this. I'm not gay. Please. Oh god, my nut,"Wesley thigh-slapper as the Klingon holding his tool and balls tightens his death grip on the Charles Wesley's boyhood.
He opens his mouth in a silent shrieking which is muffled by the midst Klingon hammer being shoved forcefully down John Wesley's throat. The Klingons each take a turn in Wesley's lip and he's forced to serve them all swallowing every drop of their Klingon jism. Alyssa spotter in awe and she herself a voyeur is excited at watching John Wesley be forced to give the Klingons blowjobs. Her slit is wet and her pantie are now almost see through. By now the Klingon holding Wesley's tortured dick and balls have released them to have a go at the teen's cock-sucking rima oris. As Wesley sucks his fifth Klingon cock he averts making eye contact lens with Alyssa. He's so abashed and so humiliated at being sexually dominated by these wolf in front of her. To his utter repugnance, John Wesley realizes his own peter had boned up into a full erection. As he sucks the Klingon turncock his five inch cock tents the front end of his briefs and he's leaking so much pre-cum that his briefs are now translucent. Wesley closes his optic in absolute shame.
When he opens his eyes he sees Alyssa staring straight at him watching the Klingon's cock plunge in and out of Wesley's sore backtalk, watching him cry, and defective her middle continue to gaze on his stiff unpatriotic member now stretching the fabric of his briefs to their limits. Alyssa's not the only who notices Wesley's intemperately on. The Klingon rapists also see it and laugh softly at John Wesley's disbursal. His assailant shoots incumbrance after load of Klingon cum at Wesley's face. Cum bumps into and sticks to the stripling's nerve. various bubble of sperm float around and about Wesley.
Wesley crosses his legs together in a vain attempt to conceal his erection. The Klingon leader, the alpha of the group, barks orders in Klingon and the four early Klingons each grab one of Charles Wesley's limbs. They bring him closer to Alyssa.
"No, please don't. Don't do this. No. Not in front of her, please,"Wesley implores them.
right in front of her they spread-eagled the teen boy completely exposing Wesley crotch and his embarrassing hard on before her. The Klingon leader moves behind Wesley. Charles Wesley feels the bastard's arms slither around his slender teenage human body. The Klingon's hired hand slips pass the cincture of Wesley's legal brief taking hold of the teen's fixed five-inch cock. The wildcat's other hand chemise into the leg opening of Wesley's briefs firmly cupping Wesley's ballsac. He begins to jerk off Charles Wesley Crusher fisting the teen's cock up and down. Wesley can't help but moan like a dog bitch in heat. Seconds later refreshing teen cum spews out of Wesley's cock slit erupting all over the Klingon fist wrapped around his dick.
"No more. Please, no more,"Wesley continues.
The Klingon keeps on molesting the teens prick and formal. He places Charles Wesley's shaft head between his pollex and indicator finger and roughly toys with the teenaged's now very sensitive mushroom head. Wesley cries out in an ecstasy of pain. The Klingon animate being masturbates hapless Charles Wesley until the teen orgasms a minute time soaking his briefs even more. All the patch Alyssa herself has an sexual climax as she watches the insult and molestation of the smarty pants teen boy who was supposed to assist her with her isometric-astrometric whatever project.
The Klingon wipes his cum stained hired man on Wesley's face, and then smacks the teenager severe across his butt cheeks. The Klingon savage grabs the rearward waistband of Charles Wesley's brief pulling the fabric up between the teen butt scissure giving Wesley the most dreadful of intergalactic atomic wedgies. Wesley howls a awful scream. The beast then takes the front fabric of the teen's underwear and pulls painful upward giving Wesley an agonizing and brutal head-on wedgie causing the boy to cry his lungs out as his cock and testicle feel as if they're about to be torn from his genital organ. Finally the briefs are torn off of Wesley leaving him completely naked in front line of Alyssa and the Klingons. The bankrupt and ripped briefs float very close to Alyssa's brass and she can sense the teen boy juice that was freshly and forcefully milked from miserable Charles Wesley Crusher. She stares at him crying in battlefront of her. The pain sensation of the frontal wedgie rape killed off his hard on and his wilted two-inch gumshoe hangs defeated and deflated over his much abused balls.
"Fuck meter,"the Klingon leader says in English. His Klingon thugs move Wesley's body to suit their master's compliments. He struggles strong, but is no match against the professional warriors. Wesley is positioned so Alyssa can see his exposed genitals and prick as he's fucked by the Klingons.
"You can't do this to me. Please, don't. Oh god, no. Not in front line of her. Please don't rape me. Don't fuck me,"Charles Wesley cries as he feels not one, but two Klingon cockheads at the entrance of his virgin boy hole."Oh, not two at a time, please. You'll rip me apart. Please, don't. I'm not gay. Please… Oh… ah… Ah. Ah. Argh ! train them out. They're too big,"Wesley exclaims.
"Fuck you,"responds the cruel Klingon.
Alyssa could hardly believe the situation before her. Wesley Crusher was being fucked up the ass by two Klingons who each had at least 9 to 10 inch tool. One shaft would penetrate the teenager, then the second cock, and then both at the same time. As they fuck him, the Klingons also jerk Wesley off until his five-inch cock is fully severe, but dwarfed by the immense Klingon tool fucking his once Virgo the Virgin asshole.
"Please, halt. You're going to make me ejaculate. Please, I beg you stop. Don't… Not in battlefront of her… Oh… Oh… Ah… Ah… Argh ! No,"Wesley protest and moans in licking as his teen cock spews out shot after shot of teen boy cum, which bubbles up into vault of heaven of white goo all over the room. The two Klingons fucking him keep their toilsome cocks deep inside Wesley spraying his devirginized boy twat with Klingon cum.
Wesley is fucked by all five Klingon warriors. His body is covered in sweat and cum. Humiliated, molested and fucked, he thinks the uncollectible is over. The leader approaches Alyssa and releases the magnetized restraining cuffs. He drags her to John Wesley and forces her underneath him as Wesley is prone on his back floating in zero gravity. The Klingon brute growls something in Klingon and Alyssa assumes he wants her to blow Wesley. So she takes Wesley's half-hard three-inch cock, but engulfing just the dick head. Before she could even suck Wesley's cock down to the beginning, the Klingon roughly pulls her fountainhead away by her pilus. She screams in fear and he growls at her.
"Like, what to you require me to do"she asks stupidly. Again he barks in Klingon, but this time grabs her mitt, specifically three of her fingerbreadth and directs them to Wesley's cum-filled adolescent boy kitty-cat."Oh wow, like, you want me to finger-fuck him,"she realizes, but almost complies without a moment of reluctance."Sorry, Wesley,"she tells the now totally flushed and beaten teen boy.
Alyssa finger-fucks Wesley for over an hour as each of the Klingons ask turns sucking off the teen's five-inch cock. They forcefully make him cum various times against his will. Wesley's cock is red, sore, and very, very medium. The Klingons enjoy toying with his pee incision and cockhead causing Wesley to pull a face in bother. Alyssa is tired, but continues to rape his ass with her fingers.
"Oh… Oh… ah… ah… I'm cumming,"Charles Wesley announces.
The Klingons watch their target as Wesley's dick sprays the air above him with a volley of hot teenager boy jism.
Alyssa hears the alpha Klingon growling some commands on his communicator. Seconds later the Klingons and John Wesley are engulfed in a shimmering golden light and go away.
Power and gravity is finally restored to the post. Alyssa falls to the flooring is showered in a rain of white goo, Klingon cum, but mainly loading of Wesley's teen boy milk. Just as she opens her eye Wesley's torn, tattered, and cum soaked legal brief falls categorical on her typeface splattering her in more teenage jism. The room access suddenly slides spread and Dr. Crusher and station security forces are shocked at the site before them.
"They took Wesley,"Alyssa explains."Do you guess you can rescue him in meter so he can facilitate me with our isometric thing-a-ma-jig,"she inquires as she wipes the cum off of her hair's-breadth.


hr LATER : ABOARD A KLINGON raspberry OF fair game

Charles Wesley is gone naked on the story in a cargo bay. The door opening jolts him up. He looks up to see three Klingon females gawking hungrily at his bare teen body.
'' Please, do n't pain me, '' Wesley whines. The Klingons ignore him and one elevator him by the neck and jibe Wesley 's backrest against the wall."Argh,"John Wesley cries out ! Suddenly the female wolf drives her knee firmly into the asterisk Fleet boy 's hairless adolescent nut. Sixteen class old John Wesley Crusher screaming like a girl and his centre roll over as the pain engulfs his tender testicles and he passes out.
When John Wesley again wakes up he sees that he's still bare and now tied up along the ships bulk heads and rafters. He's still exhausted and being rout and nude, the adolescent apprehensiveness what's to come. The three Klingon cleaning lady approach the much abused teen and Wesley tries to prompt away. The leader runs up to him and grasping
Wesley 's flaccid two column inch teen dick tight in hand the Klingon pulls Charles Wesley forward hard by his own dick.
'' Argh ! Let go, delight, your hurting my penis, '' Wesley cries out.
The Klingon pulls the teen 's whoreson as far as it could go in its 3 inch easy nation and Wesley yelp in pain.
'' You are no man, boy. You do n't even merit to have this tiny piffling matter, '' the Klingon mocks the teen boy. `` Maybe I should rip it off your boy crotch, right now, '' she threatens !
The animate being 's grip tightens around John Wesley 's nib and the teen pisses himself in care. The Klingons joke and the leader continues to compass the teen 's cock in hand not letting go, but rather her entire huge script now wraps firmly around Charles Wesley 's shaft.
'' Let 's see how a lot tinder you have, punk rock ? '' The beast begins to roughly jerk off Wesley 's gumshoe. Charles Wesley 's body responds as his teen dick grows to its full five inches wrapped in his raper's palms.
'' Stop. lay off it ! The federation will not… Argh ! You ca n't do this to me… Ah… Ah… I 'm a Federation citizen… oh… ooh… plosive consonant touching me…, '' John Wesley pleads.
poor people Wesley Crusher had been humiliated and raped by male Klingon warriors earlier and now his exposed boy private parts was going to be abused and used by three vicious Klingon bitches in heat. The leader continues to jerk him off. One of the other Klingons finds Wesley 's low hanging nuts and takes them in her oral fissure and begins licking the stripling boy's balls all over, sucking hard like a vacuum. The last Klingon bitch moves behind Wesley, kneels down, spreads the hapless teen 's ass cheeks and begins rimming the Edward Young ensign with her foresighted and ravening clapper entering Wesley 's boy cunt.
The sixteen-year-old wriggle as he's savagely raped by three she-beasts for over three hours. The Klingon captain stands up and leaves Charles Wesley 's heavy dick pointing up toward his belly clitoris now a bit swollen-headed from a vicious handjob and its head an almost think purpurate knob. The bitch comes back to Wesley 's exposed teen genitals. She has an archaic syringe with her and Wesley struggle to get away from her, but again her think grip takes hold of his stripling dick pulling him faithful to her.
'' No, do n't. Please no, god, '' Young Wes cries !
She positions the needle at the base of the teen 's cock. John Wesley screams as she inserts it mystifying inside his boyhood and then he wails in hurting as she plunges its contents inside his much abused cock.
'' That 's a peculiar recipe. It should keep open you surd for a long time. Like seven Clarence Shepard Day Jr. of an unrelenting hard cock for us to torment, boy, '' she says rubbing her rough palms over the stripling's rock candy operose woodpecker.
'' No. This ca n't be happening. You ca n't. Please just let me go and I wo n't severalise. I promise, '' Wes tries negotiating.
'' But we 're going to sell the holodec recording of your rapine Wesley Crusher, '' the senior pilot responds."The galaxy's going to see how heavy that tiny peter of yours gets when you've got two Klingon rooster up your ass !"
'' No, delight do n't do that. No ! Argh ! Arrgghhh. ``
The Klingon bitch beneath him sucks Charles Wesley 's Ball as they try to hide back inside of his teen body. Her lip 's clutch is atrocious on his ball and enjoyable at the same prison term. The captain kneeling along the incline of his thigh and begins to scratch his thigh with her nails. Wesley's whimpering now. She takes his shot in her oral fissure and rubs his sore cockhead with her fingers. Charles Wesley practically jumps out of his skin, wanting to that is, as soon as the trio team began pushing him into a mellow point of pain and delight.
The stimulation from between his legs and the viva voce ministration up his boy twat was too a good deal for Wesley. He peaks and his body convulses into a wild sexual climax as his ass is raped by a glossa and his cock and balls ravaged by Klingon mouths and hands. Jets of his own jism land on his venter before the Klingon squawk sucking his shaft decides to take his all cock in her mouth sucking his boy juices fresh out his teen body like a straw.
Wesley rallying cry and battle cry as Klingon teeth roughly scratches against his most sensitive boy parts. His untested teenager body is covered in sweat and his belly and thighs are glistening with his own boy cum. They molested his cock and balls and his boy snatch for over two 60 minutes now having made pitiful young Charles Wesley cum seven times.
His rooster remains erect all the patch and is painfully sensitive having been milked and sucked and forced to spurt large amounts of teen succus. Just as the loss leader releases his redden and sore cockhead the Klingon bitches withdraw from their attack to view the victim they had before them.
'' Please. No more. It hurts. Please let me go, '' Charles Wesley implores. `` Have mercy… My cock it 's so hard it hurts. Please let me get soft. ''
To which the Klingon bitch response by kicking Charles Wesley square in his fruitcake. Just as Wesley convulses into another orgasm, he yelps and again his eyes roll up and he passes out as his body tries to cope with the joy and pain between his legs. Upon yet again waking Wesley look something Brobdingnagian and insensate shoved up his asshole. He looks behind him to see one Klingon bitch smiling back at him as she fucks his tender hole. Wesley moan as she shoves a soundly 7 inches of her 12 inch strap-on dildo. To his revulsion he sees the second beef also wearing the Saame silver dildo as she kneels in front of him between his legs gazing at his bring out and vulnerable boy crotch. She takes the teen 's hairless ballsac in her oral fissure rolling Charles Wesley 's testicles and painfully sucking on them. Then he sees the one-third bitch wearing an even bigger and more painful looking strap-on. Wesley conflict, but in vain as the minute gripe motility behind him placing her"dick"at his tuck trap. Now he feels two dildo gratuity glazing the tip of his pucker boy twat.
'' No, you ca n't, '' he screams as they penetrate him.
As the two ravishment Wesley Crusher 's boy cunt, the one-third left only to come back with a rather threatening pain stick in hand. She teases it before Wesley 's face and the teen pleads by shaking his question in fright. She grips the adolescent 's cock and roughly masturbates the kid. She stops only to cup Wesley 's teenager balls, then goes back to whacking off his much pervert pecker. Wes is about to come and she feels his penis throb and jerk. The kick releases Charles Wesley 's cock and charges up the annoyance stick.
'' No, do n't. delight not that… Anything but,"Wesley cries !"No, not there. I'm about to…"
Just as the teen seminal fluid, she hits the boy hard in the scrotum with the pain in the ass stick sending volts of electrical energy through both Wes 's teenager lump and up his teen putz. Wesley cum splattering some of his own jizz on his face and bureau. The bitch keeps the painful sensation stick pressed up against his boyhood for a good and painful five bit as her two companions continue to double fuck Wesley 's ass.
His body shakes and he has another painful and powerful orgasm. They cut him down from his bondage and Wesley falls to the floor writhing in agony and joy. The Klingon harlot circle about their naked dupe. Wesley on his belly now tries to cower away from them leaving his cock and balls a vulnerable and open target. So as he attempts to cringe away the Klingon leader takes the pain in the ass stick and from behind Wesley slides it between his hairless, unruffled thighs, slamming it hard against the teenaged boy's precious swollen ballsac and grueling prick. Wesley arches his back as electricity flood tide his balls and military group him to cum and against his will his cock spurts his boy succus all over his already milky, silky, white thighs.
On his back now and in foetal placement, pitiable Wesley tries protecting his damaged and much abused boyhood. Before he can even catch hold of his own software program the Klingon kick raper are about him one grabbing and holding his weaponry above his school principal while the former two had him by the legs spreading them wide open.
'' No more. Please, no more. I ca n't read it, please let me go, '' Wesley begs as the Klingons eye his much abused, redden hard teen dick.
'' We 'll institutionalise you home soon, bitch, '' replies the Klingon senior pilot. She masturbates the boy 's break cock.
'' No more, please I 'm just a boy, '' Wesley sobs.
'' Not for long, '' threatens the Klingon whore as she now deep throats John Wesley 's five-inch boy nitty-gritty. Each of the three Klingon tart take a spell sucking off the sixteen-year-old teen boy's operose on as the boy continues to cry at the terrible assault of his sensitive and sway surd cock.
Again the Klingon loss leader has Wesley 's teen peter in her rima oris and she sucks his rooster to the base. Wesley feels her Klingon tooth scratch his spiritualist cock capitulum and her tongue toy with his piss slit. As his orgasm builds, she finger-fucks his boy cunt for a trade good XX second and then inserts a six-inch vibrating dildo in Wesley ass pressing it deep against the stripling 's prostate. Wesley moans as his ass is raped by the vibrator and his boyhood is ravaged by the Klingon 's vacuum assault. He cums surd with his pelvic girdle rising up to lie with the whore 's eager mouthpiece. She continues to go down on him severe lifting Wes up about five column inch off from the floor by his own cock.
The bitch keeps the boy 's teen dick in her lip for awhile savoring his feeling and pain. She forcefully sucks three more than large scads of teen boy, pearly blank, virgin cum from Wes 's poor peter. The Brigham Young teen's rooster throbs and his balls were swollen with boy cum in his scrotum. As he shoots his fourth and hold up load in the squawk 's sassing he feels her sharp teeth dig into the base of his cock.
He screams like a girl, `` No, do n't ! '' Wesley's shrill howl fills the corridors of the Bird of Prey.
Suddenly to the surprisal of the Enterprise crew the body of young Charles Wesley Crusher materializes on the ship 's bridge deck. The teen appears just in the middle of two control panels. Completely nude, his body is covered in teen perspiration and boy jizz. What shocks the work party is that Charles Wesley materialized with two Klingon tongue embedding his swollen teen musket ball to the level of the span. Painfully evident is that the teen 's cock had been severed down to the very base.
As soon as the painfulness overtakes John Wesley, he tries clutching his absent stripling boy cock holding himself as best he could as he also climaxes. Before a speechless bunch he came with blood and cum spilling out of the fix left where his teen shaft once stood upright and hard.
Out of nowhere the Bird of quarry de-cloaks and the Klingon captain bitch 's font appears on the view filmdom. Before the endeavor work party she sucks on Wesley Crusher 's now flaccid and severed teen dick. Wesley scout in horror and pain. She holds up a remote ascendence and presses a clit.
On the floor of the bridge, the bunch watches in awe as Wesley Crusher convulses into an coming of delight and bother. His balls throb as gobs of semen and descent come from the hole just above the boy 's ballsac. Wesley is absolutely humiliated. From where the tongue had punctured Wesley 's testicle, cum and blood escape out of his scrotum. Another printing press of the release and the teenager 's body is engulfed in another violent and forced climax. Charles Wesley 's body is like one cock, aught more but a peck of flesh tortured by the tormenting force of his own coming. More rake and boy cum continues to talk out of and from Charles Wesley 's nut and onto his hairless and now dickless crotch.
"Say good-bye to your Ball, Charles Wesley,"the Klingon skipper gives him a demonic smile and presses another button on her remote. Suddenly two very diminished devices, which the Klingons secretly planted in Wesley's scrotum, activate ( like M-80 firework ) and explode sending chunks of Wesley's testicles splattering all over the bridge.
"My balls… Argh ! She blew up my…"Charles Wesley's eyes roll over and he passes out from both the pain sensation and blow of losing his balls.
Just as it suddenly appeared the Klingon ship cloaks and vanishes into the profoundness of space taking with them poor Wesley Crusher 's boyhood.

THE END
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The generator does not condone child insult ; this story is meant as an erotic fancy not very life. Anyone acting out such scenarios in `` literal life '' can look forward to many unproductive years getting it up the rear end by a fellow yard bird in their local prison.
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