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Wesley CRUSHER'S PAINFUL ORDEAL WITH THE KLINGONS

DEEP blank space 7 - 09:00 HRS : Wesley Crusher woke up in the morning time with his knockout five-inch pecker along with his hairless balls sticking out of the leg opening of his close white Jockey shorts. He'd gotten accustomed to wearing goose egg but his underclothes in bed and walking around their quarters since his mother was often away in the sunrise to good afternoon hours conducting enquiry. She had taken a leave of absence from the Enterprise to wreak on some highly classified projection with a fling team of Starfleet scientists on oceanic abyss Space 7, which was just outside the border of Klingon space orbiting the satellite Arachnis. Wesley came along for the change of atmosphere.
Charles Wesley gets out of bed and lets his morning wood lead the way into the bread and butter room area. Making his way into the living room he wipes away dawning sleep from his eyes with the backbone of his manus. As his sight adjusted, he's surprised to find Lt. Commander Natasha Kaczynski, a colleague of his mother's, standing there holding one of Dr. Crusher's information stamp pad.
"hi, Wesley. You're mom asked me to drop by and nibble up her data pad and ... Oh my goodness,"she exclaims as she stares directly at the teenager's strong peter sticking out of his briefs !
Charles Wesley stall still unable to move. He's too stunned and overtaken with plethora. His face reddens like an Malus pumila, and then he quickly moves to deal his engorged cock with his hands. Yet he's still shocked at being caught practically naked with his teenaged cock completely open to her view. He stands frozen like a deer before the head word light source of an on-coming car.
There's a sense of supremacy in her oculus. Natasha places the data pad on the coffee tabular array, walks up to Wesley, and grabbing his hands she pulls them away from his fork exposing the teen's morning glory.
"Let me see, Wesley,"she asks not really caring about his modesty or reception. Charles Wesley is at a expiration for words. She kneels down and without even asking him she starts sucking his stiff prick. Seconds later he erupts into orgasm shooting several loads of creamy adolescent boy cum into her mouth. She swallows every drop and continues sucking even after Charles Wesley's dick had gone flaccid. He collapses on the couch, but Natasha falls with him with her mouth still engulfing his dick.
He tries to pull away from her as her aggressive suction has become painfully nerve kill, his stopcock being ever so sensitive after cumming.
"I want some more,"she demands.
Against his will Wesley's tool hardens wrapped in her bridge player. She jerks him off gripping his cock painfully hard.
"I can't. Please closure. My ah ... My penis. It's very tender after I ejaculate,"John Wesley manages.
"I don't fear,"she responds. Her lips take appreciation of his cockhead and the early pleasure Wesley had suddenly becomes a pressure of enraptured pain. She sucks him to the root. He moans uncontrollably and again within indorsement Charles Wesley shoots off in her oral cavity again.
Suddenly her communicator goes off,"Natasha, did you have any problem finding my data pad."
"No, Doctor Crusher. I found it. I'll be right up in a few proceedings,"Natasha responds calmly.
She leaves a very worn-out, used and mistreated Charles Wesley Crusher sitting asleep and splayed out on a sofa with his hitch teen tool and sagging balls still hanging out of his briefs.
Wesley wakes up minutes after Lt. Kaczynski had left. The fair sex had practically raped his cock. Molested and forced him to cum twice. He'd enjoyed his foremost 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 ascendence John Wesley mentation, but the second time she sucked him off really hurt. The teen card his sore and saliva covered cock. Man was she rough. He gets up, removes his underwear, and heads into the bathroom to shower.
After showering clean Wesley paying back to the common area completely naked. He picks up the brief he had worn and realizes not a fall of his cum was on it. Lt. Kaczynski had swallowed every shot of his jism. He dumps his used underwear in the can hamper.
Just as he starts walking off to his room to get dressed the computer calls out a message,"incoming transmission for John Wesley Crusher."Wesley walks over to the video communication silver screen."Accept,"he tells the computer. The visual of a pretty blond-haired daughter about Charles Wesley's age appears on the admonisher.
"Hey, Wes. It's like Alyssa. We're supposed to work on that isosceles or isometric undertaking thingy for class today, remember,"the girlfriend says smiling at him on the concealment. Alyssa is the female child Charles Wesley has had the hots for in his course. She had big nipple and chirpy tit to correspond her perky spaced out personality, but definitely not the brightest bulb shining in the known galaxy. Since he arrived at the station he had to be heedful not to pop a boner in the svelte accommodation gray tights he wore. It suddenly dawns on him that he's bare-ass naked. His face suddenly blushes red. Did she see me naked he thinks to himself ? He moves closer to the monitor so that she can only see him from the shoulder joint up. Wes notices her eye draw downward realizing she was thinking the Lapp thought : that Wesley had inadvertently answered her optic communication naked.
"Oh. Hi, Alyssa. No. I… I didn't forget,"Wesley stammers."You mean the astrometric project,"he adds correcting her and sounding more like a geeky snob know-it-all brat.
"Like, whatever. I just need to really process hard to get a passing score or I'll fail. I really need your help, Wesley,"she flutters her oculus at him and he melts like butter shoved up his virgin hind end."Are you ready ? Can I descend over now ?"
"Sure, just give me a few moment to neaten up the stead,"Wes replies covering his genitals even though she wasn't in the room nor could she see him.
"Great. I'll see you in 15 minute of arc. Later,"she licks her sass and couldn't help try and get a peek below John Wesley's shoulder hoping he would trip or crepuscle farther back from the screen accidentally exposing his nakedness to her. The contagion closed and Charles Wesley was left standing with his dick chubbing up to a semi backbreaking on.
bit later John Wesley is in his room with his silky slim fitting grey tights laid out on his bed. He is about to slip into a fresh white yoke of Caucasian briefs. Outside the window of his elbow room he can see the USS Milky Way, a Miranda-class starship similar to the USS Reliant. Orbiting the planet Arachnis the USS Milky Way was the just ship currently assigned to guard and protect deep Space 7. In the dark abysm of quad three small almost insignificant clump of twinkle seem to have sparked out of jazz. They catch Wesley's tending as they catch up in velocity and luminosity heading toward the lone starship. He pauses with just one invertebrate foot inside the leg opening night of his briefs and moves closer to the window.
present moment later the USS Milky Way explodes into a monumental ball of light. Wesley's room and the entire outer space post are rocked by the massive plosion. He's knocked back by the herculean energy wave exerted by the ship's wipeout. bulk capitulum and debris cast at Deep infinite 7 like a shooting star storm. Wesley gets up just in time to see that the station's shields have also been breached. The window in his room has spidery cracks. Suddenly the crank shatters and Wesley has just enough clip to startle out of his elbow room. He catches a glimpse of his Charles Grey tights and everything in his elbow room sucked out into the vacuum cleaner of distance as the surety door to his room closes. The ice windows in the common elbow room seem intact.
"Computer, seal off windows,"John Wesley immediately orders. Reinforced metal slowly blankets the glass. He realizes he's still naked, but somehow his brief thankfully were still wrapped around one of his branch. Wesley slips them on. He tries contacting his mother on the com, but it appears all communication is being jammed.
Another gimcrack explosion rocks the station. Suddenly the intact post loses gravity and Wesley finds himself floating in a zero gravity environs. Out of the amobarbital sodium a Klingon warrior materializes behind Wesley. He turns around surprised, scared and defenseless. Charles Wesley is very embarrass to be caught naked except for his briefs and instinctively covers his crotch with his workforce. He notices the Klingon wearing gravity boots.
"Klingons… but the confederation and Klingons have a peace treaty treaty and…,"Wesley doesn't have a chance to finish his prison term. The Klingon warrior smack him hard across the typeface pushing the shocked teenager a few metrical unit away hovering on his binding. The beast starts walking toward him.
Thinking fast John Wesley kicks out with his bare feet and catches the Klingon foursquare in the face, which also propels John Wesley closer to the door. The warrior swears at the adolescent in Klingon. Wesley is almost at the door when unexpectedly another Klingon materializes in front of him blocking the teenager boy's escape. The endorsement warrior immediately shoves Wesley hard in the bureau pushing him back into the center of the room. Stunned, Wesley doesn't substantiate his body is spread-eagled hovering before the Klingons. More Klingon soldiers appear in the elbow room totaling to five warriors. The Klingon, who Wesley had earlier kicked in the face, walks up between Wesley's splayed out legs. The man grabs a delay of Wesley's dick and glob through the flimsy fabric of the stripling's underwear. He captures the stripling's privates in his fist and squeezes hard.
"My balls. Oh no… My dick… My orchis. Please. plosive consonant,"Wesley quickly curls up into foetal position as he pleads. The Klingon savage 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 room access to the elbow room slides spread out. Alyssa floating in zero gravity pulls herself into the room."Wesley, are you okay ? I like think the post in under attack and,"she pauses only a few metrical foot away from Wesley and the Klingons."And oh my god, Klingons,"Alyssa shocked not only at the invaders, but at the billet of seeing geeky boy 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 clothes off until she is naked except for a lacey duo of Andrew Dickson White scanty and bra. Her boobs are practically spilling out of her bra and her pubes are practically visible through the almost lucid pantie. The Klingon plaza restraining cuff on her paw, which he raises above her head, and activates it magnetizing the cuffs to the wall. She seems quite secure and helpless. Alyssa shifts her legs up in a vain attempt to spread over up her modestness, but it seems the Klingons are not too interested with her. They all laugh at her and at Wesley.
"Please don't hurt her. Don't… Don't rapine her,"Wesley bargains on her behalf acting all brave and manly even as the Klingon clutching his boyhood threatens to vanquish his hawkshaw and lump. The male Klingons surround John Wesley as his body floats helplessly in zero somberness. They unzip their pant producing five yoke of 9 to 10 inches of raw and unadulterated midst Klingon cocks. The Klingon loss leader grabs John Wesley by the hair and pushes Wes'face to his crotch and says something in Klingon which Charles Wesley understood to be"SUCK !"
Wesley turns his psyche away from the 10-inch Klingon cock whose owner slaps Wesley across the lips with it.
"Please, don't do this. I'm not like that… I'm not gay… Please, don't. Don't violation me. Not in front of her, please"Wesley begs.
He remembers Tasha Yar's tarradiddle 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 lay waste to him in straw man of Alyssa, the girl of his wet ambition.
"No way. Come on, don't do this. I'm not gay. Please. Oh god, my balls,"Wesley wow as the Klingon holding his dick and glob tightens his death clench on the Wesley's boyhood.
He opens his mouth in a tacit sidesplitter which is muffled by the thick Klingon cock being shoved forcefully down John Wesley's pharynx. The Klingons each take a turn in Wesley's mouth and he's forced to service them all swallowing every drop of their Klingon jism. Alyssa sentry in awe and she herself a voyeur is excited at watching Wesley be forced to give the Klingons blowjobs. Her snatch is wet and her step-in are now almost see through. By now the Klingon holding Charles Wesley's tortured dick and clump have released them to have a go at the teenager's cock-sucking mouth. As Wesley sucks his fifth part Klingon cock he averts making eye liaison with Alyssa. He's so obstruct and so humiliated at being sexually dominated by these beasts in front of her. To his utter repulsion, John Wesley realizes his own dick had boned up into a entire erection. As he sucks the Klingon cock his five inch dick tents the front of his briefs and he's leaking so much pre-cum that his briefs are now translucent. Wesley closes his heart in absolute shame.
When he opens his heart he sees Alyssa staring straight at him watching the Klingon's cock plunge in and out of Wesley's sore mouth, watching him cry, and worst her centre continue to stare on his loaded disloyal member now stretching the fabric of his briefs to their limits. Alyssa's not the only who notices Wesley's hard on. The Klingon rapist also see it and chuckle at Wesley's disbursal. His assailant shoots load after loading of Klingon cum at Wesley's face. Cum bumps into and sticks to the teenager's face. respective bubble of sperm ice-cream soda around and about Charles Wesley.
Wesley crosses his legs together in a vain attempt to conceal his erection. The Klingon leader, the alpha of the group, barks monastic order in Klingon and the four other Klingons each catch one of John Wesley's limbs. They bring him nearer to Alyssa.
"No, please don't. Don't do this. No. Not in front of her, please,"Charles Wesley implores them.
right in nominal head of her they spread-eagled the teenaged boy completely exposing Wesley crotch and his embarrassing hard on before her. The Klingon drawing card moves behind Wesley. Wesley feels the bastard's arms slither around his slender teenage build. The Klingon's handwriting slips pass the waistband of Wesley's briefs taking hold of the teen's rigid five-inch rooster. The savage's other hand slips into the leg opening of Charles Wesley's briefs firmly cupping Wesley's ballsac. He begins to jerk off John Wesley Crusher fisting the teenage's hawkshaw up and down. Wesley can't supporter but moan like a dog kick in heating system. Seconds later novel stripling cum spews out of Wesley's cock slit erupting all over the Klingon fist wrapped around his cock.
"No more. Please, no Thomas More,"Wesley continues.
The Klingon keeps on molesting the stripling cock and balls. He places Wesley's dick head between his quarter round and index fingerbreadth and roughly toys with the teen's now very sensitive mushroom pass. John Wesley cries out in an X of pain. The Klingon beast masturbates poor Charles Wesley until the stripling orgasms a second time soaking his briefs even more. All the while Alyssa herself has an orgasm as she watches the misuse and harassment of the smarty knickers adolescent boy who was supposed to help her with her isometric-astrometric whatever project.
The Klingon wipes his cum stained hands on Wesley's nerve, and then smacks the teenager hard across his butt cheeks. The Klingon brute grabs the back waistband of Wesley's briefs pulling the material up between the teenager butt crack giving Charles Wesley the most painful of intergalactic atomic wedgies. Wesley howls a painful shriek. The brute then takes the front framework of the stripling's underwear and puff terrible upward giving Charles Wesley an agonizing and roughshod frontal wedgie causing the boy to scream his lungs out as his cock and balls feel as if they're about to be torn from his genitals. Finally the briefs are torn off of Wesley leaving him completely naked in front line of Alyssa and the Klingons. The undone and ripped briefs float very close to Alyssa's look and she can smell the teenager boy juice that was freshly and forcefully milked from poor Wesley Crusher. She stares at him crying in nominal head of her. The infliction of the frontlet wedgie ravishment killed off his hard on and his limp two-inch peter knack defeated and deflated over his lots abused balls.
"Fuck time,"the Klingon leader says in English. His Klingon thug move Charles Wesley's body to oblige their passe-partout's regard. He struggles laborious, but is no mate against the professional warriors. Wesley is positioned so Alyssa can see his uncover crotch and arsehole as he's fucked by the Klingons.
"You can't do this to me. Please, don't. Oh god, no. Not in presence of her. Please don't rape me. Don't fuck me,"Wesley cries as he feels not one, but two Klingon cockheads at the entrance of his virgin boy gob."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 ! Take them out. They're too big,"Wesley exclaims.
"Fuck you,"responds the cruel Klingon.
Alyssa could hardly believe the site before her. John Wesley Crusher was being fucked up the ass by two Klingons who each had at to the lowest degree 9 to 10 in cocks. One putz would permeate the teenager, then the s cock, and then both at the same meter. As they fuck him, the Klingons also jerk Wesley off until his five-inch dick is fully hard, but dwarfed by the huge Klingon dick fucking his once pure asshole.
"Please, stop. You're going to realize me ejaculate. Please, I beg you stop. Don't… Not in strawman of her… Oh… Oh… Ah… Ah… Argh ! No,"Charles Wesley protests and groan in frustration as his teen pecker spews out shot after pellet of teenage boy cum, which bubbles up into spheres of white goo all over the room. The two Klingons fucking him keep back their unvoiced stopcock bass inside Wesley spraying his devirginized boy twat with Klingon cum.
Wesley is fucked by all five Klingon warriors. His body is covered in effort and cum. Humiliated, molested and fucked, he thinks the pip is over. The leader approaches Alyssa and releases the magnetic restraining cuffs. He drags her to Charles Wesley and forces her underneath him as John Wesley is prone on his back floating in zero sobriety. The Klingon brute growl something in Klingon and Alyssa assumes he wants her to blow Wesley. So she takes John Wesley's half-hard three-inch turncock, but engulfing just the dick head. Before she could even suck John Wesley's cock down to the root, the Klingon roughly pulls her forefront away by her pilus. She screams in fear and he growls at her.
"Like, what to you want me to do"she asks stupidly. Again he barks in Klingon, but this time grabs her hand, specifically three of her fingers and directs them to Wesley's cum-filled teenage boy pussy."Oh wow, like, you want me to finger-fuck him,"she realizes, but almost complies without a moment of vacillation."Sorry, Wesley,"she tells the now totally red-faced and crush adolescent boy.
Alyssa finger-fucks John Wesley for over an hour as each of the Klingons take good turn sucking off the teenaged's five-inch cock. They forcefully make him cum respective prison term against his will. Wesley's cock is red, sore, and very, very sensible. The Klingons enjoy toying with his piss snatch and cockhead causing Wesley to grimace in annoyance. Alyssa is tired, but continues to rape his ass with her digit.
"Oh… Oh… ah… ah… I'm cumming,"Wesley announces.
The Klingons watch their target as Wesley's shaft spraying the air above him with a volley of hot stripling boy jism.
Alyssa hears the alpha Klingon growl some bidding on his communicator. Seconds later the Klingons and Wesley are engulfed in a shimmering gold light and vanish.
business leader and gravity is finally restored to the post. Alyssa falls to the flooring is showered in a rainwater of Caucasian goo, Klingon cum, but mainly loads of Wesley's stripling boy milk. Just as she opens her eyes Charles Wesley's torn, tattered, and cum soaked briefs falls matted on her face splattering her in more teenage jism. The door suddenly slides open and Dr. Crusher and station security forces are shocked at the situation before them.
"They took Wesley,"Alyssa explains."Do you think you can rescue him in time so he can help me with our isometrical thing-a-ma-jig,"she inquires as she wipes the cum off of her hair.


hr LATER : ABOARD A KLINGON bird OF quarry

Wesley is benumbed naked on the story in a cargo bay. The door opening saccade him up. He looks up to see three Klingon females gawking hungrily at his naked teen body.
'' Please, do n't hurt me, '' Wesley whine. The Klingons ignore him and one aerodynamic lift him by the cervix and slams Wesley 's back against the wall."Argh,"John Wesley cries out ! Suddenly the distaff animal drives her knee hard into the Star Fleet boy 's hairless stripling formal. XVI twelvemonth old Wesley Crusher wow like a girl and his eye roll over as the pain engulfs his ship's boat testicle and he passes out.
When Charles Wesley again wakes up he sees that he's still naked and now tied up along the ships bulk heads and rafters. He's still exhausted and being spreadeagle and nude statue, the teen apprehensiveness what's to issue forth. The three Klingon women approach the much abused teen and Wesley tries to move away. The drawing card runs up to him and grasping
Charles Wesley 's flaccid two inch teenaged cock tight in hand the Klingon pulls John Wesley forward hard by his own prick.
'' Argh ! Let go, delight, your hurting my member, '' Wesley cries out.
The Klingon pulls the stripling 's prick as far as it could go in its 3 inch soft state and Wesley yelps in pain.
'' You are no man, boy. You do n't even deserve to have this tiny footling affair, '' the Klingon mocks the teen boy. `` Maybe I should rip it off your boy crotch, right now, '' she threatens !
The beast 's travelling bag tightens around Wesley 's neb and the teen piss himself in reverence. The Klingons gag and the leader continues to savvy the teen 's cock in paw not letting go, but rather her entire huge mitt now wraps firmly around Charles Wesley 's shaft.
'' Let 's see how a lot spunk you have, punk ? '' The beast begins to roughly jerk off Wesley 's peter. Wesley 's body responds as his stripling dick grows to its good five inches wrapped in his rapist's palms.
'' Stop. Stop it ! The federation will not… Argh ! You ca n't do this to me… Ah… Ah… I 'm a confederation citizen… oh… ooh… stay touching me…, '' Charles Wesley pleads.
Poor Charles Wesley Crusher had been humiliated and raped by male Klingon warriors earlier and now his exposed boy crotch was going to be abused and used by three fell Klingon cunt in high temperature. The loss leader continues to jerk him off. One of the former Klingons finds Wesley 's low suspension fruitcake and takes them in her mouth and begins licking the teenaged boy's Lucille Ball all over, sucking operose like a vacancy. The death Klingon bitch moves behind Wesley, kneels down, spreads the pathetic stripling 's ass cheeks and begins rimming the young ensign with her recollective and ravening tongue entering Wesley 's boy cunt.
The sixteen-year-old squirms as he's savagely raped by three she-beasts for over three hour. The Klingon sea captain stands up and leaves John Wesley 's hard prick pointing up toward his belly button now a bit well up from a brutish handjob and its headland an almost mean violet knob. The bitch comes back to Wesley 's exposed teen genital organ. She has an archaic syringe with her and Wesley battle to get away from her, but again her intend grip takes clutches of his teen hawkshaw pulling him closer to her.
'' No, do n't. Please no, god, '' Young Wes cries !
She positions the needle at the base of the adolescent 's shaft. Wesley screams as she inserts it deep inside his boyhood and then he wails in infliction as she plunges its contents inside his much ill-use pecker.
'' That 's a special recipe. It should celebrate you intemperate for a recollective prison term. Like seven sidereal day of an unrelenting severely cock for us to torture, boy, '' she says rubbing her rough palms over the teenager's rock hard tool.
'' No. This ca n't be happening. You ca n't. delight just let me go and I wo n't tell. I promise, '' Wes tries negotiating.
'' But we 're going to betray the holodec recording of your assault Wesley Crusher, '' the maitre d'hotel responds."The Galax urceolata's going to see how intemperate that tiny dick of yours gets when you've got two Klingon stopcock up your ass !"
'' No, please do n't do that. No ! Argh ! Arrgghhh. ``
The Klingon squawk beneath him sucks Wesley 's orb as they try to hide back inside of his teen body. Her backtalk 's grip is painful on his ball and enjoyable at the Lapp time. The captain kneels along the incline of his thigh and begins to scratch his thigh with her nails. Wesley's whimpering now. She takes his shaft in her mouth and rubs his sore cockhead with her fingerbreadth. Charles Wesley practically jumps out of his skin, wanting to that is, as soon as the three-bagger team began pushing him into a higher storey of pain and pleasure.
The stimulation from between his legs and the oral succor up his boy cunt was too much for Wesley. He peaks and his body convulses into a violent orgasm as his ass is raped by a lingua and his cock and balls ravaged by Klingon lip and custody. Jets of his own jism Din Land on his belly before the Klingon bitch sucking his shaft decides to submit his altogether stopcock in her mouth sucking his boy juice fresh out his teenage body like a straw.
Wesley yell and yell as Klingon teeth roughly scratches against his most spiritualist boy parts. His youth teen body is covered in sweat and his stomach and second joint are glistening with his own boy cum. They molested his hammer and clod and his boy twat for over two hours now having made poor young Charles Wesley cum seven prison term.
His prick remains erect all the while and is painfully sensitive having been milked and sucked and forced to forge magnanimous amount of money of teen juice. Just as the leader releases his redden and sore cockhead the Klingon bitches withdraw from their plan of attack to look at the victim they had before them.
'' Please. No more. It hurts. Please let me go, '' John Wesley implores. `` Have mercy… My turncock it 's so tough it hurts. Please let me get subdued. ''
To which the Klingon kick replies by kicking Wesley foursquare in his nuts. Just as Wesley convulses into another orgasm, he yelps and again his eye roll up and he passes out as his trunk tries to cope with the pleasance and pain between his legs. Upon yet again waking Wesley flavor something Brobdingnagian and frigidness shoved up his mother fucker. He looks behind him to see one Klingon beef smiling back at him as she fucks his tender kettle of fish. Wesley moan as she shoves a trade good 7 in of her 12 inch strap-on dildo. To his repulsion he sees the second bitch also wearing the Lapp silver dildo as she kneels in front end of him between his legs gazing at his endanger and vulnerable boy crotch. She takes the teen 's hairless ballsac in her mouthpiece rolling John Wesley 's testis and painfully sucking on them. Then he sees the third squawk wearing an even vainglorious and more afflictive looking strap-on. Charles Wesley struggles, but in vain as the endorse gripe movement behind him placing her"putz"at his puckered hole. Now he feels two dildo crest glazing the tip of his rumple boy twat.
'' No, you ca n't, '' he screams as they penetrate him.
As the two rape Wesley Crusher 's boy cunt, the one-third left only to add up back with a rather threatening pain sensation joint in hand. She teases it before Charles Wesley 's grimace and the teen pleads by shaking his forefront in fear. She grips the teen 's peter and roughly masturbates the kid. She stops only to cup Charles Wesley 's teen ballock, then goes back to whacking off his practically abused cock. Wes is about to fall and she feels his penis throb and jerking. The bitch releases Charles Wesley 's rooster and charges up the pain reefer.
'' No, do n't. Please not that… Anything but,"Wesley cries !"No, not there. I'm about to…"
Just as the teen cums, she hits the boy hard in the scrotum with the pain sting sending volts of electrical energy through both Wes 's stripling balls and up his teen cock. Wesley come splattering some of his own jizz on his face and chest. The beef keeps the pain stick pressed up against his boyhood for a upright and painful five minutes as her two companions continue to double get it on Charles Wesley 's ass.
His physical structure shakes and he has another afflictive and powerful orgasm. They cut him down from his bondage and Wesley falls to the base writhing in excruciation and delight. The Klingon whores circle about their raw victim. Wesley on his belly now tries to fawn away from them leaving his shaft and balls a vulnerable and exposed target. So as he attempts to grovel away the Klingon leader takes the infliction stick and from behind Wesley slides it between his hairless, shine thigh, slamming it toilsome against the teenage boy's cute swollen ballsac and severe cock. Wesley arches his vertebral column as electricity floods his balls and force-out him to cum and against his will his tool spurts his boy juice all over his already milky, silky, white thighs.
On his backrest now and in foetal spatial relation, wretched Wesley endeavor protecting his damaged and much abused boyhood. Before he can even grab hold of his own package the Klingon bitch rapist are about him one grabbing and holding his arm above his head while the early two had him by the wooden leg spreading them wide receptive.
'' No more. Please, no more. I ca n't take it, delight let me go, '' Wesley begs as the Klingons eye his much abused, crimson hard teenage putz.
'' We 'll send you home soon, squawk, '' replies the Klingon police chief. She masturbates the boy 's exposed cock.
'' No more, please I 'm just a boy, '' John Wesley sobs.
'' Not for long, '' threatens the Klingon whore as she now deep throat Wesley 's five-inch boy gist. Each of the three Klingon whores take a turn sucking off the sixteen-year-old adolescent boy's hard on as the boy continues to cry at the painful assault of his sensitive and rock hard turncock.
Again the Klingon drawing card has Wesley 's stripling dick in her oral fissure and she sucks his cock to the base. Wesley feels her Klingon teeth scratch up his sensitive cock promontory and her tongue toy with his piss slit. As his orgasm physique, she finger-fucks his boy pussy for a good twenty bit and then inserts a six-inch vibrating dildo in Wesley ass pressing it late against the adolescent 's prostate gland. Wesley groan as his ass is raped by the vibrator and his boyhood is ravaged by the Klingon 's vacuum assault. He cums hard with his hips rising up to do it the harlot 's aegir mouth. She continues to suck him hard lifting Wes up about five inch off from the level by his own cock.
The bitch keeps the boy 's teen tool in her sass for awhile savoring his feel and pain. She forcefully sucks three more large loads of teen boy, pearly white, Virgo cum from Wes 's poor dick. The young stripling's cock throbbing and his balls were swollen with boy cum in his scrotum. As he shoots his quarter and last load in the cunt 's mouth he feels her sharp teeth dig into the base of his pecker.
He screams like a girlfriend, `` No, do n't ! '' Wesley's shrill howl fills the corridors of the snort of Prey.
Suddenly to the surprise of the Enterprise crew the soundbox of young Wesley Crusher materializes on the ship 's span. The adolescent appears just in the middle of two control panel. Completely nude, his body is covered in teen sweat and boy jizz. What shocks the crowd is that Wesley materialized with two Klingon knife embedding his swollen stripling balls to the storey of the bridge. Painfully manifest is that the teen 's stopcock had been severed down to the very base.
As soon as the pain overtakes Wesley, he tries clutching his absent stripling boy turncock holding himself as best he could as he also climaxes. Before a speechless gang he came with blood line and cum spilling out of the hole left where his adolescent pecker once stood erect and hard.
Out of nowhere the Bird of Prey de-cloaks and the Klingon captain bitch 's human face appears on the view screen. Before the enterprisingness crew she sucks on John Wesley Crusher 's now flaccid and severed teenager prick. Charles Wesley watch in repulsion and painful sensation. She holds up a remote ascendance and presses a push button.
On the floor of the bridge, the crew watches in awe as Charles Wesley Crusher convulses into an climax of delight and pain. His orb throb as gobs of semen and line of descent ejaculate from the gob just above the boy 's ballsac. Wesley is absolutely humiliated. From where the tongue had punctured Charles Wesley 's testicles, cum and roue leakage out of his scrotum. Another press of the button and the teen 's consistency is engulfed in another violent and forced orgasm. Charles Wesley 's body is like one tool, nothing more but a mass of frame tortured by the tormenting force of his own orgasm. Thomas More blood and boy cum continues to spill out of and from Wesley 's balls and onto his hairless and now dickless crotch.
"Say bye to your balls, Wesley,"the Klingon master gives him a diabolic smile and presses another button on her remote. Suddenly two very minor gimmick, which the Klingons secretly planted in Charles Wesley's scrotum, activate ( like M-80 fireworks ) and explode sending clump of Wesley's bollock splattering all over the bridge.
"My balls… Argh ! She blew up my…"John Wesley's optic roll over and he passes out from both the pain and seismic disturbance of losing his balls.
Just as it suddenly appeared the Klingon ship cloaks and vanishes into the depths of quad taking with them poor Wesley Crusher 's boyhood.

THE END
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The source does not condone child abuse ; this news report is meant as an erotic phantasy not real life. Anyone acting out such scenarios in `` real life sentence '' can reckon forward to many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a mate yardbird in their local prison.
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