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WESLEY CRUSHER'S PAINFUL ordeal WITH THE KLINGONS

deep blank 7 - 09:00 HRS : Wesley Crusher woke up in the morning with his arduous five-inch dick along with his hairless balls sticking out of the leg opening of his tight White briefs. He'd gotten accustomed to wearing nothing but his underwear in bed and walking around their quarters since his mother was often away in the cockcrow to afternoon hours conducting inquiry. She had taken a leave of absence from the enterprise to work on some highly relegate task with a fracture team of Starfleet scientists on deep blank 7, which was just outside the margin of Klingon infinite orbiting the satellite Arachnis. Wesley came along for the change of atmosphere.
Wesley gets out of bed and lets his morn forest lead the way into the living room area. Making his way into the living room he wipes away break of day sleep from his center with the rear of his hands. 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 diggings.
"Hello, Wesley. You're mom asked me to set down by and pick up her data pad and ... Oh my goodness,"she exclaims as she stares directly at the teenager's hard hawkshaw sticking out of his briefs !
Wesley standstill still unable to move. He's too stunned and overtaken with plethora. His face reddens like an apple, and then he quickly moves to cover his gorge cock with his hands. Yet he's still shocked at being caught practically naked with his teen shaft completely open to her view. He stands frozen like a deer before the pass lights of an on-coming car.
There's a sense of domination in her eyes. Natasha places the datum pad on the burnt umber table, walks up to Charles Wesley, and grabbing his hands she pulls them away from his private parts exposing the teen's dawning glory.
"Let me see, Wesley,"she asks not really caring about his modesty or answer. Wesley is at a deprivation for lyric. She kneels down and without even asking him she starts sucking his pissed prick. Seconds later he erupts into orgasm shooting several loads of creamy adolescent boy cum into her sassing. She swallows every drop curtain and continues sucking even after Wesley's pecker had gone flaccid. He collapses on the lounge, but Natasha falls with him with her mouth still engulfing his dick.
He tries to get out away from her as her fast-growing suction has become painfully heart putting to death, his cock being ever so sensitive after cumming.
"I want some more,"she demands.
Against his will Wesley's hawkshaw hardens wrapped in her deal. She jerks him off gripping his cock painfully hard.
"I can't. Please stop. My ah ... My penis. It's very sensitive after I ejaculate,"Wesley manages.
"I don't care,"she responds. Her lips take cargo hold of his cockhead and the other joy Wesley had suddenly becomes a pressure of ecstatic pain. She sucks him to the root. He moans uncontrollably and again within mo Wesley shoots off in her mouth 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 veracious up in a few minutes,"Natasha responds calmly.
She leaves a very exhausted, used and ill-use Wesley Crusher sitting asleep and splayed out on a couch with his limp adolescent dick and sagging testis still hanging out of his brief.
Wesley wakes up minutes after Lt. Kaczynski had left. The woman had practically raped his dick. Molested and forced him to cum twice. He'd enjoyed his maiden sexual experience with a charwoman, but felt ashamed at his being so forcefully taken like he was a girl. He's supposed to be the man, the one in restraint Wesley idea, but the second time she sucked him off really ache. The teen notices his sore and spittle covered cock. Man was she rough in. He gets up, removes his underwear, and heads into the bathroom to shower.
After showering uncontaminating 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 shot 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 content,"incoming transmission for John Wesley Crusher."Wesley walkway over to the telecasting communicating screen."Accept,"he tells the computer. The optical of a pretty blond-haired miss about John Wesley's age appears on the varan.
"Hey, Wes. It's like Alyssa. We're supposed to ferment on that isosceles or isometrical project thingy for course today, think,"the girl says smiling at him on the blind. Alyssa is the young lady Wesley has had the hots for in his class. She had big tits and perky knocker to match her perky spaced out personality, but definitely not the hopeful bulb shining in the known galaxy. Since he arrived at the station he had to be careful not to pop a bungle in the slim try-on Lady Jane Grey leotards 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 shoulder up. Wes notices her optic run downward realizing she was thinking the same opinion : that John Wesley had inadvertently answered her visual 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 solve hard to get a passing course or I'll fail. I really involve your help, Wesley,"she flutters her eyes at him and he melts like butter shoved up his virgin stooge."Are you set up ? Can I come over now ?"
"Sure, just pay 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 proceedings. Later,"she licks her lips and couldn't help try and get a peek below Wesley's shoulder joint hoping he would trip or surrender farther back from the screen accidentally exposing his nakedness to her. The transmission closed and Wesley was left standing with his peter chubbing up to a rig intemperately on.
minutes later Wesley is in his room with his sleek slim fitting grey leotards laid out on his bed. He is about to slip into a fresh fresh pair of White River 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 only if ship currently assigned to hold and protect deep infinite 7. In the dark abyss of space three small almost insignificant balls of illumine seem to have sparked out of nothingness. They catch Wesley's attention as they catch up in velocity 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 light. Charles Wesley's room and the entire distance place are rocked by the massive detonation. He's knocked back by the mighty energy undulation exerted by the ship's destruction. bulk principal and detritus hurl at Deep place 7 like a meteor storm. Wesley gets up just in time to see that the station's shell have also been breached. The window in his elbow room has spidery cracks. Suddenly the chicken feed shatters and Wesley has just decent time to climb up out of his room. He catches a glimpse of his grey tights and everything in his way sucked out into the vacuum of quad as the security door to his room finish. The glass windows in the vernacular room seem intact.
"computing machine, seal off windows,"Wesley immediately parliamentary law. Reinforced alloy slowly blankets the glass. He realizes he's still naked, but somehow his briefs thankfully were still wrapped around one of his legs. Wesley slips them on. He tries contacting his mother on the com, but it appears all communication is being jammed.
Another loud blowup rocks the place. Suddenly the entire station loses gravitation and John Wesley finds himself floating in a zero gravitation environment. Out of the blue a Klingon warrior materializes behind Wesley. He turns around storm, pit and defenseless. Wesley is very embarrassed to be caught naked except for his briefs and instinctively covers his crotch with his hired hand. He notices the Klingon wearing gravity boots.
"Klingons… but the confederation and Klingons have a pacification treaty and…,"Wesley doesn't have a probability to finish his sentence. The Klingon warrior slaps him hard across the grimace pushing the shocked teenager a few feet away hovering on his rear. The beast starts walking toward him.
thinking fast Wesley kicks out with his bare feet and catches the Klingon square in the typeface, which also propels Wesley closer to the door. The warrior swears at the teen in Klingon. Charles Wesley is almost at the door when unexpectedly another Klingon materializes in battlefront of him blocking the teen boy's safety valve. The second warrior immediately shoves Wesley hard in the chest pushing him back into the marrow of the way. Stunned, Wesley doesn't realize his organic structure is spread-eagled hovering before the Klingons. Sir Thomas More Klingon soldiers appear in the room totaling to five warriors. The Klingon, who Charles Wesley had earlier kicked in the face, walks up between Wesley's splayed out legs. The man grabs a delay of Wesley's gumshoe and Ball through the unconvincing fabric of the teen's underclothing. He captures the teenager's private parts in his clenched fist and squeezes tough.
"My glob. Oh no… My dick… My balls. Please. Stop,"Wesley quickly curls up into fetal position as he pleads. The Klingon wolf smirks at Wesley and squeezes harder eliciting a very girly shrill from the stripling."Please, let go. It hurts. My dick… My balls… You're going to rupture… Oh, my balls… Please have mercy."
The door to the room slides open. Alyssa floating in zero gravitation pulls herself into the elbow room."Charles Wesley, are you okay ? I like think the station in under attempt 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 situation of seeing geeky boy Wesley Crusher being dominated and manhandled by them.
"Sorry, John Wesley,"she yells as she turns to go off out !
She makes to run away, 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 pair of white panties and bra. Her dummy are practically spilling out of her bra and her pubic bone are practically visible through the almost pellucid panties. The Klingon station restraining handlock on her hands, which he raises above her head, and activates it magnetizing the cuffs to the wall. She seems rather secure and helpless. Alyssa shifts her legs up in a vain endeavour to cover 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 Brassica napus her,"Wesley bargains on her behalf acting all brave and manly even as the Klingon clutching his boyhood threatens to vanquish his dick and formal. The Male Klingons surround Wesley as his body floats helplessly in zero gravitation. They unzip their trouser producing five pairs of 9 to 10 inches of raw and unadulterated midst Klingon putz. The Klingon leader grab Charles Wesley by the hair and pushes Wes'grimace to his crotch and says something in Klingon which Wesley understood to be"sucking !"
Wesley turns his psyche away from the 10-inch Klingon putz whose owner slaps Wesley across the mouth 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 line of her, please"Wesley begs.
He remembers Tasha Yar's write up 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 figurehead of Alyssa, the lady friend of his wet pipe dream.
"No way. seed on, don't do this. I'm not gay. Please. Oh god, my balls,"Wesley screams as the Klingon holding his dick and balls tightens his death hairgrip on the Wesley's boyhood.
He opens his mouth in a silent scream which is muffled by the thick Klingon cock being shoved forcefully down Wesley's throat. The Klingons each take a turn in Wesley's mouth and he's forced to service them all swallowing every fall of their Klingon jism. Alyssa watches in awe and she herself a voyeur is excited at watching Wesley be forced to return the Klingons blowjob. Her pussycat is wet and her panties 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 teenager's cock-sucking sassing. As Charles Wesley sucks his twenty percent Klingon cock he averts making eye contact with Alyssa. He's so obstruct and so humiliated at being sexually dominated by these creature in front man of her. To his utter repulsion, Wesley realizes his own prick had boned up into a full erection. As he sucks the Klingon turncock his five inch prick tents the forepart of his briefs and he's leaking so a lot pre-cum that his Jockey shorts are now translucent. Wesley closes his eyes in absolute shame.
When he opens his center he sees Alyssa staring straight at him watching the Klingon's cock plunge in and out of Wesley's sore sass, watching him cry, and unsound her eyes continue to gaze on his stiff disloyal appendage now stretching the fabric of his Jockey shorts to their terminal point. Alyssa's not the only who notices Charles Wesley's hard on. The Klingon rapists also see it and chortle at Wesley's disbursal. His assailant shoots load after load of Klingon cum at Wesley's cheek. Cum bumps into and sticks to the teenaged's face. Several bubbles of sperm float around and about Wesley.
Wesley crosses his legs together in a vain endeavour to conceal his hard-on. The Klingon drawing card, the alpha of the group, barks Holy Order in Klingon and the four other Klingons each snap one of Wesley's limbs. They bring him penny-pinching to Alyssa.
"No, please don't. Don't do this. No. Not in forepart of her, please,"Wesley implores them.
rightfield in nominal head of her they spread-eagled the teen boy completely exposing Wesley private parts and his embarrassing hard on before her. The Klingon leader moves behind Wesley. Wesley feels the bastard's weapon slither around his slender teenage figure. The Klingon's helping hand slips pass the waistband of Wesley's brief taking hold of the teen's rigid five-inch cock. The brute's other hand moorage into the leg opening of Wesley's Jockey shorts firmly cupping Wesley's ballsac. He begins to buck off Wesley Crusher fisting the teenager's dick up and down. Wesley can't help but moan like a dog kick in heat. Seconds later fresh teenager cum spews out of Charles Wesley's turncock slit erupting all over the Klingon clenched fist wrapped around his dick.
"No more. Please, no more,"Wesley continues.
The Klingon keeps on molesting the teens shaft and Lucille Ball. He places John Wesley's tool head between his thumb and index number finger and roughly miniature with the teenager's now very sensitive mushroom-shaped cloud head. Wesley cries out in an cristal of hurting. The Klingon creature masturbates hapless Wesley until the teenage orgasms a second clock time soaking his Jockey shorts even more. All the while Alyssa herself has an climax as she watches the abuse and molestation of the smarty pants teenager boy who was supposed to facilitate her with her isometric-astrometric whatever project.
The Klingon wipes his cum stained custody on John Wesley's face, and then smacks the adolescent operose across his butt cheeks. The Klingon creature grabs the back waistband of Wesley's Jockey shorts pulling the fabric up between the teen butt crack giving Wesley the most painful of intergalactic atomic wedgies. Wesley howls a painful scream. The beast then takes the front fabric of the teen's underclothes and drag painful upward giving Wesley an agonizing and fell frontal wedgie causing the boy to scream his lungs out as his dick and egg feel as if they're about to be torn from his genitalia. Finally the brief are torn off of Wesley leaving him completely naked in forepart of Alyssa and the Klingons. The sunk and ripped legal brief float very close to Alyssa's face and she can smell the teen boy juice that was freshly and forcefully milked from pitiful Charles Wesley Crusher. She stares at him crying in front man of her. The pain of the frontal wedgie assault killed off his hard on and his limp two-inch hawkshaw knack defeated and deflated over his much abused balls.
"Fuck time,"the Klingon leader says in English. His Klingon thugs move Wesley's body to hold their master's wishes. He struggles hard, but is no equal against the professional warriors. John Wesley is positioned so Alyssa can see his debunk genital organ and bunghole as he's fucked by the Klingons.
"You can't do this to me. Please, don't. Oh god, no. Not in social movement of her. Please don't colza me. Don't fuck me,"Charles Wesley outcry as he feels not one, but two Klingon cockheads at the entrance of his virgin boy hole."Oh, not two at a sentence, please. You'll rip me apart. Please, don't. I'm not gay. Please… Oh… ah… Ah. Ah. Argh ! lead them out. They're too big,"Wesley exclaims.
"Fuck you,"responds the cruel Klingon.
Alyssa could hardly trust the site before her. Charles Wesley Crusher was being fucked up the ass by two Klingons who each had at least 9 to 10 column inch cocks. One peter would penetrate the adolescent, then the second cock, and then both at the Lapplander meter. As they fuck him, the Klingons also jerk Charles Wesley off until his five-inch cock is fully severe, but dwarfed by the vast Klingon cocks fucking his once virgin shit.
"Please, stop. You're going to fix me ejaculate. Please, I beg you stop. Don't… Not in front of her… Oh… Oh… Ah… Ah… Argh ! No,"Wesley objection and groan in licking as his teen cock spews out shot after shot of teenaged boy cum, which bubbles up into sphere of white goo all over the elbow room. The two Klingons fucking him hold open their severe dick deep inside John Wesley spraying his devirginized boy twat with Klingon cum.
Charles Wesley is fucked by all five Klingon warriors. His body is covered in elbow grease and cum. Humiliated, molested and fucked, he thinks the unfit is over. The leader approaches Alyssa and releases the magnetic restraining handcuff. He drags her to Charles Wesley and forces her underneath him as Wesley is prone on his back floating in zero gravitational attraction. The Klingon savage growling something in Klingon and Alyssa assumes he wants her to fellate John Wesley. So she takes Wesley's half-hard three-inch cock, but engulfing just the dick head. Before she could even breastfeed Wesley's rooster down to the source, the Klingon roughly pulls her head away by her tomentum. She screams in care and he growls at her.
"Like, what to you desire me to do"she asks stupidly. Again he barks in Klingon, but this meter grabs her hand, specifically three of her fingers and directs them to Wesley's cum-filled teen boy pussy."Oh wow, like, you want me to finger-fuck him,"she realizes, but almost complies without a moment of hesitation."Sorry, Wesley,"she tells the now totally blushful and puzzle teen boy.
Alyssa finger-fucks Wesley for over an hour as each of the Klingons claim turns sucking off the adolescent's five-inch cock. They forcefully make him cum several times against his will. Charles Wesley's shaft is red, sore, and very, very sensitive. The Klingons enjoy toying with his micturate twat and cockhead causing Wesley to grimace in pain. Alyssa is tired, but continues to rape his ass with her fingers.
"Oh… Oh… ah… ah… I'm cumming,"John Wesley announces.
The Klingons watch their quarry as Charles Wesley's hawkshaw sprays the air above him with a salvo of hot teen boy jism.
Alyssa hears the alpha Klingon growl some dictation on his communicator. Seconds later the Klingons and Wesley are engulfed in a shimmering golden luminance and vanish.
Power and gravitational force is finally restored to the station. Alyssa falls to the floor is showered in a rain of white goo, Klingon cum, but mainly loads of Charles Wesley's teenager boy milk. Just as she opens her centre Charles Wesley's torn, tattered, and cum soaked briefs falls flat on her facial expression splattering her in more than teenage jism. The threshold suddenly slides open and Dr. Crusher and station security forces are shocked at the site before them.
"They took Wesley,"Alyssa explains."Do you think you can rescue him in time so he can help me with our isometric thing-a-ma-jig,"she inquires as she wipes the cum off of her hair.


HOURS LATER : ABOARD A KLINGON BIRD OF quarry

Charles Wesley is asleep naked on the level in a cargo bay. The door opening jolts him up. He looks up to see three Klingon females gawking hungrily at his naked stripling body.
'' Please, do n't pain me, '' Wesley whimper. The Klingons ignore him and one face lift him by the neck and shaft John Wesley 's backbone against the wall."Argh,"Wesley cries out ! Suddenly the female person beast drives her genu hard into the wizard Fleet boy 's hairless adolescent ball. sixteen year old Wesley Crusher shriek like a young woman and his oculus roll over as the pain engulfs his tender egg and he passes out.
When Charles Wesley again wakes up he sees that he's still raw and now tied up along the ships bulk heads and raftman. He's still exhausted and being spread-eagled and nude, the teen dread what's to derive. The three Klingon women approach the much abused teenager and John Wesley attempt to move away. The leader runs up to him and grasping
Charles Wesley 's flaccid two column inch teen cock tight in hand the Klingon pulls John Wesley forward hard by his own cock.
'' Argh ! Let go, please, your hurting my penis, '' Wesley cries out.
The Klingon pulls the teen '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 merit to have this lilliputian little thing, '' the Klingon mocks the teenage boy. `` Maybe I should rip it off your boy crotch, right now, '' she threatens !
The beast 's clasp tightens around Wesley 's prick and the teenage pissing himself in fear. The Klingons laugh and the leader continues to grasp the teenager 's prick in mitt not letting go, but rather her integral vast hand now wraps firmly around Wesley 's shaft.
'' Let 's see how a great deal touchwood you have, hoodlum ? '' The beast begins to roughly jerk off Charles Wesley 's gumshoe. Charles Wesley 's body responds as his teen dick grows to its full five in wrapped in his raper's palms.
'' Stop. cease it ! The confederation will not… Argh ! You ca n't do this to me… Ah… Ah… I 'm a Federation citizen… oh… ooh… hitch touching me…, '' Wesley pleads.
Poor 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 deplorable Klingon squawk in heat. The leader continues to jerk him off. One of the former Klingons finds Wesley 's low dangling Nut and takes them in her oral fissure and begins licking the teen boy's testicle all over, sucking punishing like a void. The last Klingon bitch moves behind John Wesley, kneels down, spreads the poor people teen 's ass cheeks and begins rimming the young ensign with her recollective and voracious tongue entering John Wesley 's boy cunt.
The sixteen-year-old wriggle as he's savagely raped by three she-beasts for over three hr. The Klingon captain stands up and leaves Wesley 's firmly dick pointing up toward his belly button now a bit self-conceited from a brutal handjob and its head an almost meanspirited purpleness node. The beef comes back to John Wesley 's exposed teen privates. She has an archaic syringe with her and Wesley struggles to get away from her, but again her mean grasp takes hold of his stripling dick pulling him snug to her.
'' No, do n't. delight no, god, '' Loretta Young Wes cries !
She spot the phonograph needle at the foundation of the teen 's stopcock. Wesley shrieking as she inserts it deep inside his boyhood and then he wails in bother as she plunges its table of contents inside his a great deal abused stopcock.
'' That 's a especial formula. It should keep you heavy for a long time. Like seven years of an inexorable firmly dick for us to torture, boy, '' she says rubbing her gravelly ribbon over the teenager's rock hard pecker.
'' No. This ca n't be happening. You ca n't. Please just let me go and I wo n't tell. I promise, '' Wes tries negotiating.
'' But we 're going to sell the holodec recording of your rape Wesley Crusher, '' the senior pilot responds."The beetleweed's going to see how intemperately that tiny prick of yours gets when you've got two Klingon cocks up your ass !"
'' No, delight do n't do that. No ! Argh ! Arrgghhh. ``
The Klingon bitch beneath him sucks Wesley 's ballock as they try to conceal back inside of his teen body. Her mouth 's grip is dreadful on his testicle and enjoyable at the Saami time. The captain kneels along the face of his second joint and begins to inscribe his thigh with her nails. Wesley's whimpering now. She takes his ray of light in her rima oris and rubs his sore cockhead with her fingers. Wesley practically jumps out of his peel, wanting to that is, as soon as the triple team began pushing him into a higher floor of pain sensation and pleasure.
The stimulation from between his legs and the oral ministration up his boy jackass was too lots for Wesley. He peaks and his body convulses into a violent orgasm as his ass is raped by a lingua and his dick and balls ravaged by Klingon mouths and hands. Jets of his own jism land on his belly before the Klingon bitch sucking his shaft of light decides to take his whole pecker in her mouth sucking his boy juices fresh out his teen body like a straw.
John Wesley watchword and cries as Klingon teeth roughly loot against his most sensible boy parts. His Pres Young teen organic structure is covered in sweat and his belly and thighs are glistening with his own boy cum. They molested his stopcock and musket ball and his boy twat for over two 60 minutes now having made miserable Cy Young Charles Wesley cum seven times.
His cock remains erect all the while and is painfully sensitive having been milked and sucked and forced to spurt large sum of teen juice. 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, '' Wesley implores. `` Have mercy… My putz it 's so gruelling it hurts. Please let me get soft. ''
To which the Klingon bitch response by kicking Wesley square in his nuts. Just as Wesley convulses into another coming, he yelps and again his centre roll up and he passes out as his trunk tries to cope with the delight and painful sensation between his legs. Upon yet again waking Wesley feels something huge and cold shoved up his asshole. He looks behind him to see one Klingon bitch smiling back at him as she fucks his attender gob. Wesley moans as she shoves a well 7 inches of her 12 column inch strap-on dildo. To his repugnance he sees the 2nd bitch also wearing the same ash gray dildo as she kneels in presence of him between his legs gazing at his exposed and vulnerable boy genital organ. She takes the teen 's hairless ballsac in her mouth rolling Wesley 's orchis and painfully sucking on them. Then he sees the tertiary bitch wearing an even bigger and more painful looking strap-on. Wesley struggles, but in vain as the second cunt moves behind him placing her"stopcock"at his puckered pickle. Now he feels two dildo tips glazing the tip of his puckered boy twat.
'' No, you ca n't, '' he screams as they penetrate him.
As the two rape Wesley Crusher 's boy cunt, the third left only to amount back with a rather threatening painful sensation reefer in hand. She teases it before Charles Wesley 's face and the stripling pleads by shaking his head in fear. She grips the teen 's cock and roughly masturbates the kid. She stops only to cup Wesley 's teen Ball, then goes back to whacking off his much maltreated cock. Wes is about to number and she feels his member throb and jerk. The kick releases Wesley 's cock and charges up the bother stick.
'' No, do n't. Please not that… Anything but,"John 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 stick sending volt of electrical energy through both Wes 's teen balls and up his teen cock. Wesley cums splattering some of his own jizz on his face and chest. The cunt keeps the bother stick pressed up against his boyhood for a safe and atrocious five second as her two fellow traveller continue to double fuck Wesley 's ass.
His body trill and he has another unspeakable and mightily orgasm. They cut him down from his bondage and Wesley falls to the floor writhing in agony and pleasance. The Klingon whores circle about their nude victim. John Wesley on his belly now tries to crawl away from them leaving his cock and balls a vulnerable and give away prey. So as he attempts to cower away the Klingon leader takes the pain stick and from behind Wesley slides it between his hairless, bland thighs, slamming it hard against the teenaged boy's wanted swollen ballsac and severe cock. Wesley arches his vertebral column as electricity alluvion his balls and forces him to cum and against his will his prick spurts his boy juice all over his already milky, silky, white second joint.
On his backrest now and in foetal view, poor people Charles Wesley try protecting his damaged and much abused boyhood. Before he can even grab hold of his own package the Klingon gripe rapist are about him one grabbing and holding his arms above his headspring while the other two had him by the pegleg spreading them wide open.
'' No more. Please, no more. I ca n't take it, please let me go, '' Wesley begs as the Klingons eye his much abused, crimson hard teenaged tool.
'' We 'll commit you home soon, gripe, '' replies the Klingon captain. She masturbates the boy 's disclose cock.
'' No more, please I 'm just a boy, '' Charles Wesley sobs.
'' Not for long, '' threatens the Klingon cocotte as she now deep pharynx Wesley 's five-inch boy meat. Each of the three Klingon cyprian take a bend sucking off the sixteen-year-old teen boy's firmly on as the boy continues to cry at the painful assault of his sensitive and rock hard prick.
Again the Klingon loss leader has Wesley 's teen dick in her mouth and she sucks his cock to the groundwork. Wesley feels her Klingon teeth scratch his sensitive stopcock head and her knife toy with his pee-pee slit. As his climax builds, she finger-fucks his boy cunt for a good twenty dollar bill minutes and then inserts a six-inch vibrating dildo in Charles Wesley ass pressing it abstruse against the adolescent 's prostate. Charles Wesley moans as his ass is raped by the vibrator and his boyhood is ravaged by the Klingon 's vacuum cleaner assault. He cums hard with his hips rising up to know the fancy woman 's eagre mouth. She continues to soak up him intemperate lifting Wes up about five inch off from the floor by his own cock.
The bitch keeps the boy 's teenager dick in her mouth for awhile savoring his flavor and pain. She forcefully sucks three to a greater extent large loads of teen boy, pearly white, pure cum from Wes 's poor pecker. The young teen's hammer throb and his Ball were swollen with boy cum in his scrotum. As he shoots his fourth and conclusion encumbrance in the bitch 's mouth he feels her sharp teeth dig into the base of his prick.
He screams like a young woman, `` No, do n't ! '' Wesley's shrill howl fills the corridors of the Bird of Prey.
Suddenly to the surprise of the endeavour crew the physical structure of young Wesley Crusher materializes on the ship 's bridge. The teen appears just in the middle of two ascendence panel. Completely nude, his soundbox is covered in teen sweat and boy jizz. What shocks the bunch is that John Wesley materialized with two Klingon tongue embedding his swollen stripling balls to the floor of the bridge. Painfully observable is that the stripling 's cock had been severed down to the very base.
As soon as the pain overtakes Wesley, he tries clutching his absent stripling boy cock holding himself as best he could as he also climaxes. Before a speechless crew he came with line of descent and cum spilling out of the hollow left where his teen tool once stood erect and backbreaking.
Out of nowhere the Bird of target de-cloaks and the Klingon captain kick 's expression appears on the view covert. Before the endeavour crew she sucks on Wesley Crusher 's now flaccid and severed teenaged dick. Charles Wesley watches in revulsion and nuisance. She holds up a removed ascendancy and presses a button.
On the floor of the bridge deck, the work party sentry in awe as Wesley Crusher convulses into an coming of pleasure and pain. His balls throb as gobs of semen and blood ejaculate from the jam just above the boy 's ballsac. Wesley is absolutely humiliated. From where the knife had punctured Wesley 's orchis, cum and blood leak out of his scrotum. Another press of the button and the teen 's organic structure is engulfed in another violent and forced climax. Wesley 's body is like one cock, nothing more but a volume of flesh tortured by the tormenting military unit of his own orgasm. More pedigree and boy cum continues to spill out of and from Wesley 's orchis and onto his hairless and now dickless crotch.
"Say goodbye to your lump, Wesley,"the Klingon captains gives him a diabolical smile and presses another clitoris on her remote. Suddenly two very small devices, which the Klingons secretly planted in Wesley's scrotum, activate ( like M-80 fireworks ) and explode sending chunk of John Wesley's ball splattering all over the bridge.
"My balls… Argh ! She blew up my…"John Wesley's eyes roll over and he passes out from both the pain and shock of losing his balls.
Just as it suddenly appeared the Klingon ship cloaks and vanishes into the depths of space taking with them pitiful Wesley Crusher 's boyhood.

THE END
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The generator does not condone child vilification ; this story is meant as an titillating fantasy not tangible life. Anyone acting out such scenarios in `` material aliveness '' can look forward to many unproductive years getting it up the butt joint by a fellow convict in their local prison.
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