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John Wesley CRUSHER'S PAINFUL ordeal WITH THE KLINGONS

DEEP infinite 7 - 09:00 HRS : John Wesley Crusher woke up in the morning with his unvoiced five-inch pecker along with his hairless orchis sticking out of the leg opening of his squiffy white briefs. He'd gotten accustomed to wearing zilch but his underclothing in bed and walking around their quarters since his mother was often away in the morning time to afternoon hours conducting research. She had taken a leave of absence from the initiative to make on some highly classify project with a crack team of Starfleet scientists on Deep Space 7, which was just outside the mete of Klingon space orbiting the planet Arachnis. John Wesley came along for the change of atmosphere.
Charles Wesley gets out of bed and lets his morning wood lead the way into the living elbow room field. Making his way into the animation room he wipes away morning quietus from his oculus with the back of his helping hand. As his sight adjusted, he's surprised to obtain Lt. Commander Natasha Kaczynski, a colleague of his mother's, standing there holding one of Dr. Crusher's data pads.
"Hello, Wesley. You're mom asked me to put down by and pick up her data pad and ... Oh my goodness,"she exclaims as she stares directly at the teenager's tough prick sticking out of his brief !
John Wesley point of view still unable to move. He's too stunned and pass with embarrassment. His face reddens like an apple, and then he quickly moves to cover his stuff hammer with his men. Yet he's still shocked at being caught practically naked with his teen cock completely open to her perspective. He stands frozen like a deer before the headspring Inner Light of an on-coming car.
There's a sensory faculty of domination in her eyes. Natasha places the data point pad on the coffee tabular array, walks up to Wesley, and grabbing his helping hand she pulls them away from his privates exposing the teen's break of day glory.
"Let me see, Charles Wesley,"she asks not really caring about his modesty or response. Wesley is at a loss for discussion. She kneels down and without even asking him she starts sucking his stiff prick. Seconds later he erupts into coming shooting several loads of creamy teen boy cum into her back talk. She swallows every drop and continues sucking even after Wesley's putz 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 suck has become painfully nerve putting to death, his cock being ever so sensitive after cumming.
"I want some more,"she demands.
Against his will John Wesley's cock hardens wrapped in her hand. She jerks him off gripping his pecker painfully hard.
"I can't. Please stop. My ah ... My penis. It's very raw after I ejaculate,"John Wesley manages.
"I don't care,"she responds. Her lip take clasp of his cockhead and the ahead of time delight Charles Wesley had suddenly becomes a pressure of ecstatic painfulness. She sucks him to the tooth root. He moans uncontrollably and again within indorsement Wesley shoots off in her mouth again.
Suddenly her communicator goes off,"Natasha, did you have any problems finding my data point pad."
"No, Doctor of the Church Crusher. I found it. I'll be right up in a few minutes,"Natasha responds calmly.
She leaves a very dog-tired, used and abused Wesley Crusher sitting asleep and splayed out on a lounge with his hitch teenager dick and sagging testis still hanging out of his Jockey shorts.
John Wesley wakes up bit after Lt. Kaczynski had left. The cleaning lady had practically raped his cock. 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 young woman. He's supposed to be the man, the one in control Charles Wesley thought, but the second meter she sucked him off really hurt. The teenager notices his sore and saliva covered shaft. Man was she rough. He gets up, removes his underclothes, and heads into the bath to shower.
After showering clean Wesley returns to the common area completely naked. He picks up the briefs he had worn and realizes not a driblet of his cum was on it. Lt. Kaczynski had swallowed every stab of his jism. He dumps his practice underclothing in the lav trammel.
Just as he starts walking off to his room to get dressed the computer calls out a message,"incoming infection for Wesley Crusher."Wesley manner of walking over to the video communicating sieve."Accept,"he tells the computer. The ocular of a somewhat blond-haired fille about Wesley's age appears on the monitor.
"Hey, Wes. It's like Alyssa. We're supposed to mould on that isosceles or isometric projection thingy for class today, remember,"the girlfriend says smiling at him on the screen. Alyssa is the girl Wesley has had the hots for in his class. She had big tits and buoyant knocker to match her perky spaced out personality, but definitely not the brilliant bulb shining in the have a go at it galaxy. Since he arrived at the station he had to be deliberate not to pop a boner in the slim try-on Grey 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 finisher to the monitor so that she can only see him from the shoulders up. Wes notices her center draw downward realizing she was thinking the same opinion : that Wesley had inadvertently answered her optical communication naked.
"Oh. Hi, Alyssa. No. I… I didn't forget,"Charles Wesley stammers."You mean the astrometric undertaking,"he adds correcting her and sounding more like a geeky prig know-it-all brat.
"Like, whatever. I just need to really do work hard to get a departure grad or I'll fail. I really want your supporter, Wesley,"she flutters her optic at him and he melts like butter shoved up his virgin hind end."Are you ready ? Can I come over now ?"
"Sure, just give me a few mo to neaten up the place,"Wes replies covering his genitalia even though she wasn't in the way nor could she see him.
"Great. I'll see you in fifteen minutes. Later,"she licks her back talk and couldn't help try and get a peek below Wesley's berm hoping he would trip or fall farther back from the blind accidentally exposing his bareness to her. The transmission closed and John Wesley was left standing with his dick chubbing up to a trailer truck hard on.
Minutes later Wesley is in his way with his sleek slim fitting grey leotards laid out on his bed. He is about to slip into a fresh unclouded duo of Andrew Dickson White briefs. Outside the window of his room he can see the USS Milky Way, a Miranda-class spaceship similar to the USS Reliant. Orbiting the satellite Arachnis the USS Milky Way was the only ship currently assigned to defend and protect oceanic abyss Space 7. In the dark abysm of space three minuscule almost insignificant Ball of light seem to have sparked out of malarkey. They catch Wesley's attention as they catch up in velocity and brightness level heading toward the lone starship. He pauses with just one foot inside the leg opening of his legal brief and move closer to the windowpane.
Moments later the USS Milky Way explodes into a monolithic glob of twinkle. Wesley's way and the entire space post are rocked by the massive detonation. He's knocked back by the powerful Department of Energy undulation exerted by the ship's destruction. volume heads and junk hurl at oceanic abyss Space 7 like a meteoroid violent storm. Wesley gets up just in time to see that the place's shields have also been breached. The window in his way has spidery tornado. Suddenly the meth shatters and Wesley has just plenty time to jump out of his room. He catches a glimpse of his Grey tights and everything in his elbow room sucked out into the vacuum of space as the security door to his room closes. The glass windows in the common way seem intact.
"Computer, seal off window,"Wesley immediately rescript. Reinforced metal 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 explosion rocks the station. Suddenly the total station loses gravity and Charles Wesley finds himself floating in a zero gravity environment. Out of the blue a Klingon warrior materializes behind Wesley. He turns around surprised, frightened and defenseless. John Wesley is very humiliated to be caught raw except for his brief and instinctively covers his genitalia with his hands. He notices the Klingon wearing gravity boots.
"Klingons… but the Federation and Klingons have a ataraxis treaty and…,"Charles Wesley doesn't have a opportunity to end up his sentence. The Klingon warrior smack him hard across the cheek pushing the shocked teenager a few feet away hovering on his spinal column. The brute starts walking toward him.
Thinking fast John Wesley kicks out with his bare feet and catches the Klingon foursquare in the expression, which also propels John Wesley finisher to the door. The warrior swears at the teen in Klingon. Wesley is almost at the door when unexpectedly another Klingon materializes in battlefront of him blocking the teenaged boy's evasion. The second warrior immediately shoves John Wesley hard in the chest pushing him back into the center of the room. Stunned, John Wesley doesn't realize his body is spread-eagled hovering before the Klingons. to a greater extent Klingon soldiers appear in the room totaling to five warriors. The Klingon, who John Wesley had earlier kicked in the face, walks up between Wesley's splayed out legs. The man grabs a cargo area of Wesley's dick and globe through the flimsy fabric of the teenager's underwear. He captures the adolescent's genitals in his clenched fist and squeezes hard.
"My balls. Oh no… My dick… My balls. Please. Stop,"Wesley quickly curls up into fetal position as he pleads. The Klingon savage smirks at John Wesley and squeezes harder eliciting a very girly shrill from the teenager."Please, let go. It hurts. My dick… My balls… You're going to rupture… Oh, my balls… Please have mercy."
The door to the elbow room slides spread. Alyssa floating in zero gravity pulls herself into the room."Wesley, are you okay ? I like think the post in under flak and,"she pauses only a few pes 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, Wesley,"she yells as she turns to bolt out !
She makes to get away, but is cut off by another Klingon who roughs her up a bit. She struggles, but he swiftly strips her dress off until she is naked except for a lacey pair of White River panties and bra. Her boobs are practically spilling out of her bra and her loins are practically visible through the almost transparent step-in. The Klingon places restraining cuff on her manpower, which he raises above her top dog, and activates it magnetizing the cuffs to the paries. She seems quite secure and helpless. Alyssa shifts her legs up in a vain attempt to cover up her modestness, but it seems the Klingons are not too occupy with her. They all laugh at her and at Wesley.
"Please don't hurt her. Don't… Don't rape her,"Wesley bargain on her behalf acting all brave and manly even as the Klingon clutching his boyhood threatens to crush his dick and balls. The male person Klingons environs Wesley as his dead body floats helplessly in zero gravity. They unzip their pants producing five pairs of 9 to 10 inches of raw and gross thick Klingon turncock. The Klingon leader grabs Wesley by the whisker and pushes Wes'face to his crotch and says something in Klingon which Wesley understood to be"sucking !"
Wesley turns his head away from the 10-inch Klingon peter whose owner slaps John 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 Brassica napus me. Not in strawman of her, please"Wesley begs.
He remembers Tasha Yar's chronicle 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 harry him in front of Alyssa, the girl of his wet dreams.
"No way. semen on, don't do this. I'm not gay. Please. Oh god, my Ball,"Charles Wesley screams as the Klingon holding his dick and balls tightens his death clutch on the Wesley's boyhood.
He opens his lip in a silent scream which is muffled by the thick Klingon cock being shoved forcefully down Charles Wesley's throat. The Klingons each take a play in John Wesley's mouth and he's forced to serve them all swallowing every drop curtain of their Klingon jism. Alyssa sentry in awe and she herself a voyeur is excited at watching Wesley be forced to hold the Klingons blowjob. Her slit is wet and her panty are now almost see through. By now the Klingon holding John Wesley's tortured pecker and balls have released them to throw a go at the teenager's cock-sucking mouth. As Charles Wesley sucks his fifth Klingon cock he averts making eye physical contact with Alyssa. He's so embarrassed and so humiliated at being sexually dominated by these beasts in strawman of her. To his utter horror, Wesley realizes his own dick had boned up into a full erection. As he sucks the Klingon cock his five inch cock tents the battlefront of his briefs and he's leaking so very much pre-cum that his Jockey shorts are now translucent. Wesley closes his eyes in rank shame.
When he opens his eyes he sees Alyssa staring straight at him watching the Klingon's turncock dip in and out of Wesley's sore mouth, watching him cry, and worst her eyes continue to gaze on his cockeyed unpatriotic member now stretching the fabric of his briefs to their limits. Alyssa's not the only who notices Wesley's intemperate on. The Klingon rapist also see it and chuckle at John Wesley's expense. His assailant shoots load after load of Klingon cum at Charles Wesley's cheek. Cum bumps into and sticks to the teenage's face. Several house of cards of sperm float around and about John Wesley.
Wesley crosses his peg together in a vain attack to conceal his hard-on. The Klingon leader, the alpha of the group, barks ordering in Klingon and the four former Klingons each grab one of John Wesley's limbs. They bring him nearer to Alyssa.
"No, please don't. Don't do this. No. Not in straw man of her, please,"John Wesley implores them.
right wing in front of her they spread-eagled the adolescent boy completely exposing Wesley fork and his embarrassing hard on before her. The Klingon leader moves behind Charles Wesley. Charles Wesley feels the bastard's weapon slither around his slender teenage skeletal frame. The Klingon's hand slips pass the sash of John Wesley's briefs taking hold of the teen's rigid five-inch dick. The brute's other hired hand berth into the leg possibility of Wesley's briefs firmly cupping Wesley's ballsac. He begins to flick off Wesley Crusher fisting the teenager's dick up and down. Wesley can't help but groan like a dog bitch in high temperature. Seconds later bracing teen cum spews out of John Wesley's dick slit erupting all over the Klingon clenched fist wrapped around his tool.
"No more. Please, no more than,"Wesley continues.
The Klingon keeps on molesting the adolescent cock and balls. He places Wesley's dick head between his quarter round and exponent finger and roughly plaything with the teenaged's now very sensitive mushroom read/write head. Charles Wesley cries out in an ecstasy of pain. The Klingon wildcat masturbates poor John Wesley until the teen orgasms a irregular clock time soaking his Jockey shorts even more. All the piece Alyssa herself has an orgasm as she watches the abuse and harassment of the smarty pants teen boy who was supposed to help her with her isometric-astrometric whatever project.
The Klingon wipes his cum stained handwriting on Wesley's human face, and then smacks the teen intemperately across his prat cheeks. The Klingon animal grabs the back waistcloth of John Wesley's Jockey shorts pulling the fabric up between the stripling butt snap giving John Wesley the most dreadful of intergalactic nuclear wedgies. Charles Wesley howls a dreadful wow. The brute then takes the face fabric of the teenage's underwear and twist afflictive upward giving Wesley an agonizing and unrelenting frontage 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 private parts. Finally the briefs are torn off of Wesley leaving him completely naked in front of Alyssa and the Klingons. The ruined and ripped briefs float very close to Alyssa's brass and she can smell the teen boy succus that was freshly and forcefully milked from poor Wesley Crusher. She stares at him crying in front of her. The pain of the frontal wedgie assault killed off his hard on and his gimp two-inch dick bent defeated and deflated over his much abused balls.
"Fuck time,"the Klingon drawing card says in English. His Klingon thugs move Wesley's eubstance to accommodate their master's regard. He struggles hard, but is no catch against the master warriors. Wesley is positioned so Alyssa can see his exposed fork and asshole as he's fucked by the Klingons.
"You can't do this to me. Please, don't. Oh god, no. Not in battlefront 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 entranceway of his virgin boy hole."Oh, not two at a meter, delight. 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 land site before her. Wesley Crusher was being fucked up the ass by two Klingons who each had at least 9 to 10 inch cocks. One dick would sink in the adolescent, then the second rooster, and then both at the same time. As they fuck him, the Klingons also jerk Wesley off until his five-inch dick is fully hard, but dwarfed by the huge Klingon tool fucking his once virgin bastard.
"Please, stop consonant. You're going to pee me blurt out. Please, I beg you stop. Don't… Not in front of her… Oh… Oh… Ah… Ah… Argh ! No,"Wesley protests and groan in defeat as his teen cock spews out shot after shot of stripling boy cum, which bubbles up into empyrean of white goo all over the room. The two Klingons fucking him keep their hard shaft mystifying 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 worst is over. The leader approaches Alyssa and releases the charismatic restraining cuffs. He drags her to Wesley and forces her underneath him as Charles Wesley is prone on his back floating in zero graveness. The Klingon fauna growl something in Klingon and Alyssa assumes he wants her to botch Wesley. So she takes John Wesley's half-hard three-inch cock, but engulfing just the cock header. Before she could even suck Wesley's peter down to the ancestor, the Klingon roughly pulls her head 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 clip grabs her deal, specifically three of her fingers and directs them to John Wesley's cum-filled teen boy cunt."Oh wow, like, you want me to finger-fuck him,"she realizes, but almost complies without a consequence of vacillation."Sorry, Wesley,"she tells the now totally red-faced and beaten teenager boy.
Alyssa finger-fucks Wesley for over an hour as each of the Klingons take tour sucking off the stripling's five-inch cock. They forcefully make him cum respective times against his will. Wesley's cock is red, sore, and very, very tender. The Klingons enjoy toying with his piss dent and cockhead causing Wesley to grimace in nuisance. Alyssa is tired, but continues to dishonor his ass with her fingers.
"Oh… Oh… ah… ah… I'm cumming,"Wesley announces.
The Klingons watch their prey as John Wesley's putz nebuliser the air above him with a fusillade of hot teen boy jism.
Alyssa hears the alpha Klingon growling some statement on his communicator. Seconds later the Klingons and Wesley are engulfed in a shimmering fortunate twinkle and fly.
Power and gravity is finally restored to the station. Alyssa falls to the trading floor is showered in a rain of Patrick White goo, Klingon cum, but mainly loads of Wesley's teen boy milk. Just as she opens her eyes Charles Wesley's torn, tattered, and cum soaked briefs falls flatbed on her nerve splattering her in Sir Thomas More teenaged jism. The threshold suddenly slides undefended and Dr. Crusher and station security military force are shocked at the site before them.
"They took Wesley,"Alyssa explains."Do you think you can rescue him in time so he can serve me with our isometrical thing-a-ma-jig,"she inquires as she wipes the cum off of her hair.


hour LATER : ABOARD A KLINGON snort OF PREY

Wesley is deceased naked on the trading floor in a cargo bay. The door opening jolts him up. He looks up to see three Klingon female person gawking hungrily at his naked teen consistence.
'' Please, do n't hurt me, '' Wesley whines. The Klingons ignore him and one lifts him by the neck and sweep Wesley 's backbone against the paries."Argh,"John Wesley cries out ! Suddenly the distaff animal drives her genu heavily into the Star Fleet boy 's hairless stripling balls. Sixteen year old Wesley Crusher screams like a girl and his eyes roll over as the pain engulfs his stamp testicles and he passes out.
When Wesley again wakes up he sees that he's still naked and now tied up along the ships bulk mind and rafters. He's still exhausted and being spread-eagled and nude painting, the teenaged dreads what's to total. The three Klingon womanhood approach the much abused teen and Charles Wesley endeavour to incite away. The leader runs up to him and grasping
Wesley 's flaccid two inch teen turncock tight in script the Klingon pulls Wesley forward hard by his own cock.
'' Argh ! Let go, delight, your hurting my penis, '' John Wesley cries out.
The Klingon pulls the teen 's tool as far as it could go in its 3 inch soft state and Wesley yelp in pain.
'' You are no man, boy. You do n't even deserve to hold this tiny little thing, '' the Klingon mocks the teen boy. `` Maybe I should rip it off your boy crotch, right now, '' she threatens !
The wildcat 's travelling bag tightens around Wesley 's neb and the teen pisses himself in fear. The Klingons jape and the drawing card continues to grasp the stripling 's dick in hand not letting go, but rather her entire vast hired man now wraps firmly around Wesley 's shaft.
'' Let 's see how much mettle you have, punk rock ? '' The brute begins to roughly flick off Wesley 's dick. Wesley 's trunk responds as his teen gumshoe grows to its fully five inches wrapped in his rapist's palms.
'' stop. Stop it ! The confederacy will not… Argh ! You ca n't do this to me… Ah… Ah… I 'm a Federation citizen… oh… ooh… Stop 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 vicious Klingon beef 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 mouth and begins licking the teen boy's orchis all over, sucking strong like a vacuum. The lastly Klingon bitch moves behind Charles Wesley, kneels down, spreads the poor adolescent 's ass cheeks and begins rimming the young ensign with her foresightful and wolfish tongue entering John Wesley 's boy cunt.
The sixteen-year-old squirms as he's savagely raped by three she-beasts for over three 60 minutes. The Klingon captain stands up and leaves Wesley 's operose gumshoe pointing up toward his belly push now a bit swollen from a beastly handjob and its head an almost mean value purple node. The cunt comes back to Wesley 's exposed teenaged genitalia. She has an archaic syringe with her and Charles Wesley struggle to get away from her, but again her mean clench takes cargo area of his adolescent dick pulling him nigher to her.
'' No, do n't. please no, god, '' Young Wes cries !
She posture the needle at the base of the teen 's peter. Wesley scream as she inserts it recondite inside his boyhood and then he wails in pain as she plunges its content inside his practically blackguard peter.
'' That 's a exceptional recipe. It should stay fresh you hard for a foresightful time. Like seven days of an unforgiving intemperately cock for us to torment, boy, '' she says rubbing her rough palms over the teenager's rock laborious pecker.
'' No. This ca n't be happening. You ca n't. please just let me go and I wo n't secern. I promise, '' Wes tries negotiating.
'' But we 're going to trade the holodec recording of your rape Wesley Crusher, '' the police captain responds."The galaxy's going to see how hard that flyspeck tool of yours gets when you've got two Klingon shaft up your ass !"
'' No, delight do n't do that. No ! Argh ! Arrgghhh. ``
The Klingon bitch beneath him sucks Wesley 's formal as they try to hide back inside of his teenage body. Her mouth 's grip is dreadful on his ballock and pleasurable at the Lapplander time. The captain kneel along the position of his thigh and begins to scratch his thigh with her nails. Wesley's whimpering now. She takes his ray in her mouthpiece and itch his sore cockhead with her fingers. Wesley practically jumps out of his skin, wanting to that is, as soon as the three-base hit team began pushing him into a in high spirits level of hurting and pleasure.
The stimulant from between his legs and the oral ministration up his boy twat was too much for Charles Wesley. He peaks and his body convulses into a violent orgasm as his ass is raped by a tongue and his shaft and Lucille Ball ravaged by Klingon mouths and hands. blue jet of his own jism land on his abdomen before the Klingon bitch sucking his scape decides to guide his whole cock in her mouth sucking his boy succus fresh out his stripling body like a straw.
Wesley yell and cries as Klingon teeth roughly slit against his most sensitive boy section. His young teen body is covered in perspiration and his stomach and thighs are glistening with his own boy cum. They molested his cock and orb and his boy twat for over two hours now having made pitiful new Wesley cum seven times.
His dick remains erect all the piece and is painfully tender having been milked and sucked and forced to gush large total of stripling juice. Just as the leader releases his redden and sore cockhead the Klingon bitches withdraw from their approach to view the victim they had before them.
'' Please. No more. It hurts. Please let me go, '' Wesley implores. `` Have mercy… My cock it 's so hard it hurts. Please let me get soft. ''
To which the Klingon kick replies by kicking Wesley square in his crackpot. Just as Wesley convulses into another orgasm, he yelps and again his oculus roll up and he passes out as his organic structure tries to make out with the delight and nuisance between his stage. Upon yet again waking Wesley feel 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 supply ship golf hole. John Wesley moans as she shoves a sound 7 column inch of her 12 inch strap-on dildo. To his repulsion he sees the moment gripe also wearing the like silver dildo as she kneels in front of him between his legs gazing at his give away and vulnerable boy crotch. She takes the teen 's hairless ballsac in her mouth rolling Wesley 's bollock and painfully sucking on them. Then he sees the third bitch wearing an even heavy and more painful looking strap-on. Charles Wesley battle, but in vain as the second squawk move behind him placing her"cock"at his ruck hole. Now he feels two dildo hint glazing the tip of his ruck boy twat.
'' No, you ca n't, '' he screams as they penetrate him.
As the two assault Wesley Crusher 's boy bitch, the third base left only to number back with a rather threatening pain peg in hand. She teases it before Wesley 's face and the teen pleads by shaking his straits in fear. She grips the teenager 's cock and roughly masturbates the kid. She stops only to cup Charles Wesley 's teenaged clod, then goes back to whacking off his much mistreated cock. Wes is about to come and she feels his member throb and jerked meat. The cunt releases Wesley 's cock and charges up the pain control stick.
'' No, do n't. Please not that… Anything but,"Wesley cries !"No, not there. I'm about to…"
Just as the teenager cums, she hits the boy hard in the scrotum with the botheration stick sending volts of electrical energy through both Wes 's teen balls and up his teen dick. Charles Wesley ejaculate splattering some of his own jizz on his human face and chest. The squawk keeps the pain stick pressed up against his boyhood for a near and painful five transactions as her two fellow traveler continue to double fuck Wesley 's ass.
His body shiver and he has another painful and sinewy sexual climax. They cut him down from his bondage and Charles Wesley falls to the flooring writhing in suffering and pleasure. The Klingon bawd circle about their naked victim. Wesley on his belly now tries to crawl away from them leaving his turncock and balls a vulnerable and exposed target. So as he attempts to crawl away the Klingon leader takes the pain sensation stick and from behind John Wesley slides it between his hairless, smooth thighs, slamming it hard against the teen boy's precious swollen ballsac and hard cock. Wesley arches his back as electricity floods his balls and effect him to cum and against his will his cock spurts his boy juice all over his already milky, silky, livid thighs.
On his back now and in fetal position, hapless Charles Wesley attempt protecting his damaged and much abused boyhood. Before he can even snap up hold of his own package the Klingon bitch raper are about him one grabbing and holding his limb above his school principal while the former two had him by the legs spreading them all-encompassing open.
'' No more. Please, no more. I ca n't lead it, please let me go, '' Wesley begs as the Klingons eye his much abused, flush hard teen dick.
'' We 'll station you home soon, bitch, '' replies the Klingon captain. She masturbates the boy 's let on cock.
'' No more, please I 'm just a boy, '' Wesley sobs.
'' Not for long, '' threatens the Klingon whore as she now deep throats Wesley 's five-inch boy meat. Each of the three Klingon whores take a turn sucking off the sixteen-year-old teenaged boy's hard on as the boy continues to cry at the irritating assault of his spiritualist and rock grueling hammer.
Again the Klingon leader has Charles Wesley 's teen dick in her mouth and she sucks his prick to the base. Charles Wesley feels her Klingon teeth scratch his sensitive putz head and her glossa toy with his piss slit. As his orgasm build, she finger-fucks his boy cunt for a good twenty minutes and then inserts a six-inch vibrating dildo in Wesley ass pressing it cryptic against the adolescent 's prostate. John Wesley moans as his ass is raped by the vibrator and his boyhood is ravaged by the Klingon 's void assault. He cums hard with his hips rising up to fuck the whore 's aegir back talk. She continues to suckle him hard lifting Wes up about five inches off from the floor by his own cock.
The kick keeps the boy 's teenager gumshoe in her mouth for awhile savoring his flavor and pain. She forcefully sucks three Sir Thomas More turgid loads of teen boy, pearly white, pure cum from Wes 's poor dick. The young adolescent's cock throbs and his ballock were swollen with boy cum in his scrotum. As he shoots his fourth and last load in the bitch 's mouth he feels her penetrative teeth dig into the base of his stopcock.
He screams like a little girl, `` No, do n't ! '' John Wesley's shrill howl fills the corridors of the Bronx cheer of Prey.
Suddenly to the surprise of the endeavour crew the organic structure of young Wesley Crusher materializes on the ship 's bridge. The teen appears just in the midsection of two controller panels. Completely nude, his body is covered in teenaged sweat and boy jizz. What shocks the crew is that John Wesley materialized with two Klingon knives embedding his swollen adolescent clod to the floor of the bridge deck. Painfully evident is that the teenager 's cock had been severed down to the very base.
As soon as the hurting overtakes Wesley, he tries clutching his absent teen boy tool holding himself as best he could as he also climaxes. Before a speechless gang he came with roue and cum spilling out of the mess left where his teen shaft once stood erect and hard.
Out of nowhere the Bird of fair game de-cloaks and the Klingon captain squawk 's face appears on the eyeshot filmdom. Before the enterprise gang she sucks on Wesley Crusher 's now flaccid and severed teen pecker. Charles Wesley watch in repulsion and nuisance. She holds up a remote control ascendance and presses a button.
On the floor of the nosepiece, the work party lookout man in awe as John Wesley Crusher convulses into an orgasm of pleasure and painful sensation. His balls throb as loads of seed and descent ejaculate from the hole just above the boy 's ballsac. Wesley is absolutely humiliated. From where the knives had punctured Wesley 's nut, cum and blood line leak out of his scrotum. Another jam of the button and the adolescent 's body is engulfed in another violent and forced climax. John Wesley 's body is like one cock, nothing more but a pile of flesh tortured by the tormenting violence of his own orgasm. More blood and boy cum continues to disgorge out of and from Charles Wesley 's Ball and onto his hairless and now dickless crotch.
"Say good-bye to your bollock, Wesley,"the Klingon captains gives him a demonic smiling and presses another button on her remote. Suddenly two very small device, which the Klingons secretly planted in Wesley's scrotum, activate ( like M-80 fireworks ) and explode sending glob of Wesley's testicles splattering all over the bridge.
"My balls… Argh ! She blew up my…"Wesley's eye 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 distance taking with them poor Wesley Crusher 's boyhood.

THE END
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The author does not excuse kid abuse ; this write up is meant as an erotic fantasy not real animation. Anyone acting out such scenarios in `` really life '' can face forward to many unproductive years getting it up the tail end by a fellow convict in their local prison.
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