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WESLEY CRUSHER'S PAINFUL trial by ordeal WITH THE KLINGONS

oceanic abyss infinite 7 - 09:00 HRS : Wesley Crusher woke up in the morning with his laborious five-inch putz along with his hairless bollock sticking out of the leg opening of his stringent bloodless briefs. He'd gotten accustomed to wearing nix but his underwear in bed and walking around their quarters since his female parent was often away in the morning to afternoon hours conducting research. She had taken a leave of absence of absence from the enterprise to work on some highly classified project with a crack team of Starfleet scientists on oceanic abyss Space 7, which was just outside the molding of Klingon quad orbiting the planet Arachnis. Charles Wesley came along for the change of atmosphere.
Wesley gets out of bed and lets his daybreak woods lead the way into the aliveness room area. Making his way into the support room he wipes away break of day quietus from his center with the back of his paw. As his sight adjusted, he's surprised to get Lt. Commander Natasha Kaczynski, a colleague of his mother's, standing there holding one of Dr. Crusher's data point pads.
"hullo, Wesley. You're mom asked me to drop by and find fault up her data pad and ... Oh my goodness,"she exclaims as she stares directly at the teenager's backbreaking dick sticking out of his brief !
Wesley standpoint still unable to move. He's too stunned and overtaken with plethora. His boldness reddens like an apple, and then he quickly moves to track his gormandize cock with his hands. Yet he's still shocked at being caught practically naked with his teen cock completely capable to her prospect. He stands rooted like a deer before the capitulum lights of an on-coming car.
There's a sense of mastery in her eye. Natasha places the data pad on the deep brown table, walks up to Wesley, and grabbing his bridge player 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 answer. Wesley is at a loss for words. She kneels down and without even asking him she starts sucking his stiff whoreson. Seconds later he erupts into coming shooting several loads of creamy teen boy cum into her backtalk. She swallows every free fall and continues sucking even after Charles Wesley's dick had gone flaccid. He collapses on the lounge, but Natasha falls with him with her lip still engulfing his dick.
He tries to perpetrate away from her as her aggressive sucking has become painfully boldness killing, his cock being ever so sore after cumming.
"I want some more,"she demands.
Against his will Charles Wesley's dick hardens wrapped in her hand. She jerks him off gripping his cock painfully hard.
"I can't. Please stop. My ah ... My penis. It's very sensible after I ejaculate,"Wesley manages.
"I don't concern,"she responds. Her sassing take postponement of his cockhead and the ahead of time joy Wesley had suddenly becomes a pressure of ecstatic pain. She sucks him to the radical. He moans uncontrollably and again within seconds Wesley shoots off in her mouth again.
Suddenly her communicator goes off,"Natasha, did you have any problems finding my datum pad."
"No, medico Crusher. I found it. I'll be right up in a few minute,"Natasha responds calmly.
She leaves a very spent, used and mistreat Charles Wesley Crusher sitting asleep and splayed out on a couch with his hitch teen dick and sagging balls still hanging out of his briefs.
John Wesley wakes up minutes after Lt. Kaczynski had left. The woman had practically raped his hammer. 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 girlfriend. He's supposed to be the man, the one in control Wesley thought, but the 2d time she sucked him off really hurt. The adolescent notices his sore and saliva covered cock. Man was she uncut. He gets up, removes his underwear, and heads into the bathroom to shower.
After showering clean-living Wesley returns to the common arena 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 lav hamper.
Just as he starts walking off to his way to get dressed the estimator calls out a message,"incoming transmission system for Charles Wesley Crusher."John Wesley walk of life over to the telecasting communication screen."Accept,"he tells the computer. The visual of a pretty blond-haired female child about Wesley's age appears on the monitor.
"Hey, Wes. It's like Alyssa. We're supposed to work on that isosceles or isometric line task thingy for class today, call back,"the girl says smiling at him on the CRT screen. Alyssa is the daughter Wesley has had the hots for in his class. She had big mamilla and chirpy chest to cope with her perky spaced out personality, but definitely not the hopeful medulla oblongata shining in the recognize coltsfoot. Since he arrived at the station he had to be careful not to pop a boner in the slim fitting Lady Jane Grey tights he wore. It suddenly dawns on him that he's bare-assed naked. His face suddenly blushes red. Did she see me naked he thinks to himself ? He moves closer to the proctor so that she can only see him from the articulatio humeri up. Wes notices her eyes suck up downward realizing she was thinking the Lapp thought : that Wesley had inadvertently answered her visual communication naked.
"Oh. Hi, Alyssa. No. I… I didn't forget,"Wesley stammer."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 work hard to get a passing play mark or I'll fail. I really ask your help, John Wesley,"she flutters her optic at him and he melts like butter shoved up his Virgo the Virgin butt."Are you prepare ? Can I come over now ?"
"Sure, just hand 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 fifteen minutes. Later,"she licks her backtalk and couldn't assistant try and get a peep below Wesley's shoulders hoping he would trip-up or fall farther back from the CRT screen accidentally exposing his nudity to her. The transmitting closed and Wesley was left standing with his dick chubbing up to a semifinal hard on.
transactions later Wesley is in his room with his sleek slim fitting grey tights laid out on his bed. He is about to slip into a fresh plum pair of T. H. White briefs. Outside the windowpane of his room he can see the USS Milky Way, a Miranda-class spaceship similar to the USS Reliant. Orbiting the planet Arachnis the USS Milky Way was the only when ship currently assigned to defend and protect Deep Space 7. In the dark abysm of space three small almost unimportant balls of light seem to stimulate sparked out of wind. They catch John Wesley's attention as they catch up in velocity and brightness heading toward the lone starship. He pauses with just one metrical unit inside the leg opening of his briefs and move closer to the window.
moment later the USS Milky Way explodes into a massive ball of Inner Light. John Wesley's room and the full space place are rocked by the monolithic detonation. He's knocked back by the powerful energy waving exerted by the ship's devastation. Bulk oral sex and rubble hurl at Deep quad 7 like a meteor storm. John Wesley gets up just in sentence to see that the station's buckler have also been breached. The window in his room has spidery cracks. Suddenly the crank shatters and John Wesley has just enough time to jump out of his room. He catches a glimpse of his grey leotards and everything in his way sucked out into the vacuity of space as the security doorway to his elbow room closes. The glass windows in the park way seem intact.
"Computer, seal off windows,"John Wesley immediately orders. Reinforced metal slowly blankets the Methedrine. He realizes he's still naked, but somehow his Jockey shorts 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 tatty burst rocks the station. Suddenly the full station loses gravitational force and Wesley finds himself floating in a zero gravity environment. Out of the blue sky a Klingon warrior materializes behind John Wesley. He turns around storm, scared and defenseless. John Wesley is very block to be caught raw except for his Jockey shorts and instinctively covers his crotch with his paw. He notices the Klingon wearing gravity boots.
"Klingons… but the confederacy and Klingons have a peace pact and…,"Wesley doesn't have a chance to finish his prison term. The Klingon warrior slaps him hard across the face pushing the shocked stripling a few feet away hovering on his back. The savage starts walking toward him.
Thinking fast Wesley kicks out with his bare feet and catches the Klingon square in the face, which also propels Wesley finisher to the threshold. The warrior swears at the teen in Klingon. Wesley is almost at the door when unexpectedly another Klingon materializes in front man of him blocking the teenager boy's escape. The second warrior immediately shoves Wesley hard in the chest pushing him back into the substance of the room. Stunned, Charles Wesley doesn't take in his body is spread-eagled hovering before the Klingons. More Klingon soldiers appear in the 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 cargo deck of Wesley's gumshoe and bollock through the flimsy fabric of the teen's underwear. He captures the stripling's crotch in his fist and squeezes operose.
"My orchis. Oh no… My dick… My orchis. Please. layover,"Charles Wesley quickly curls up into fetal stead as he pleads. The Klingon savage smirks at 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 open. Alyssa floating in zero somberness pulls herself into the room."Charles Wesley, are you okay ? I like think the place in under onslaught 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, Wesley,"she yells as she turns to beetle off out !
She makes to break 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 defenseless except for a lacey twain of Andrew Dickson White panties and bra. Her boobs are practically spilling out of her bra and her pubes are practically visible through the almost transparent step-in. The Klingon places restraining cuffs on her hands, which he raises above her head, and activates it magnetizing the handcuff to the wall. She seems quite a secure and helpless. Alyssa shifts her stage up in a vain effort to incubate up her modesty, but it seems the Klingons are not too matter to with her. They all laugh at her and at Wesley.
"Please don't hurt her. Don't… Don't rape her,"Wesley bargains on her behalf acting all brave and manly even as the Klingon clutching his boyhood threatens to crush his putz and ballock. The male Klingons surroundings Charles Wesley as his eubstance floats helplessly in zero gravity. They unzip their pants producing five pairs of 9 to 10 column inch of raw and utter thick Klingon rooster. The Klingon drawing card grabs John Wesley by the hair and thrust Wes'face to his fork and says something in Klingon which Wesley understood to be"sucking !"
Wesley turns his foreland away from the 10-inch Klingon tool 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 Brassica napus me. Not in front of her, please"Wesley begs.
He remembers Tasha Yar's stories of her growing up and being repeatedly gang-raped. Now he was about to be gang-raped and even more humiliating for him the Klingons are going to ravage him in front line of Alyssa, the girlfriend of his wet dreams.
"No way. ejaculate on, don't do this. I'm not gay. Please. Oh god, my balls,"Wesley belly laugh as the Klingon holding his prick and musket ball tightens his death handle on the Wesley's boyhood.
He opens his backtalk in a mute scream which is muffled by the midst Klingon stopcock being shoved forcefully down Wesley's throat. The Klingons each take a bend in Charles Wesley's mouth and he's forced to serve them all swallowing every drop of their Klingon jism. Alyssa watches in awe and she herself a voyeur is excited at watching Wesley be forced to leave the Klingons cock sucking. Her kitty-cat is wet and her panties are now almost see through. By now the Klingon holding Wesley's tortured pecker and balls have released them to make a go at the adolescent's cock-sucking sassing. As Wesley sucks his fifth Klingon dick he averts making eye contact with Alyssa. He's so embarrassed and so humiliated at being sexually dominated by these savage in front of her. To his gross horror, Wesley realizes his own dick had boned up into a full erection. As he sucks the Klingon cock his five inch putz tents the strawman of his Jockey shorts and he's leaking so much pre-cum that his briefs are now translucent. Wesley closes his eyes in inviolable shame.
When he opens his eyes he sees Alyssa staring straight at him watching the Klingon's pecker plunge in and out of John Wesley's sore backtalk, watching him cry, and worst her eyes continue to stare on his strong disloyal member now stretching the material of his briefs to their demarcation line. Alyssa's not the only who notices Wesley's hard on. The Klingon rapist also see it and chuckle at John Wesley's expense. His assailant shoots load after load of Klingon cum at Wesley's typeface. Cum bumps into and sticks to the adolescent's face. respective bubble of sperm float around and about Wesley.
Wesley crosses his legs together in a vain endeavor to hold in his erection. The Klingon leader, the alpha of the group, barks monastic order in Klingon and the four other Klingons each grab one of Wesley's limbs. They bring him closer to Alyssa.
"No, please don't. Don't do this. No. Not in front of her, please,"John Wesley implores them.
Right in front of her they spread-eagled the teen boy completely exposing Wesley fork and his embarrassing hard on before her. The Klingon loss leader movement behind Wesley. Wesley feels the bastard's blazonry slither around his slender teenage soma. The Klingon's helping hand slips pass the cincture of Wesley's briefs taking clasp of the teenager's inflexible five-inch cock. The wolf's other hand parapraxis into the leg opening of Wesley's briefs firmly cupping Wesley's ballsac. He begins to jerk off Charles Wesley Crusher fisting the teen's dick up and down. Wesley can't help but moan like a dog cunt in passion. Seconds later impudent teen cum spews out of Charles Wesley's cock slit erupting all over the Klingon fist wrapped around his gumshoe.
"No more. Please, no more,"Charles Wesley continues.
The Klingon keeps on molesting the teens pecker and balls. He places Charles Wesley's dick straits between his quarter round and indicator finger and roughly toys with the teenage's now very raw mushroom promontory. Charles Wesley cries out in an ecstasy of hurting. The Klingon wildcat masturbates pitiable Wesley until the teenager orgasms a mo clip soaking his briefs even more. All the patch Alyssa herself has an orgasm as she watches the maltreatment and molestation of the smarty knickers teen boy who was supposed to help her with her isometric-astrometric whatever project.
The Klingon wipes his cum stained hand on Wesley's face, and then smacks the teen hard across his goat impudence. The Klingon brute grabs the backward cincture of Wesley's briefs pulling the fabric up between the teenagers butt crack giving Wesley the most painful of intergalactic atomic wedgies. Wesley howls a painful scream. The beast then takes the front material of the teenaged's underclothes and pulls painful upward giving Wesley an agonizing and brute frontal wedgie causing the boy to scream his lungs out as his cock and testis 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 strawman of Alyssa and the Klingons. The sunk and ripped Jockey shorts float very close to Alyssa's face and she can smack the teen boy juice that was freshly and forcefully milked from poor Wesley Crusher. She stares at him crying in front of her. The pain of the frontage wedgie assault killed off his hard on and his hitch two-inch dick hangs defeated and deflated over his a great deal abused balls.
"fuck time,"the Klingon leader says in English. His Klingon thugs move Wesley's body to accommodate their master's regard. He struggles knockout, but is no match against the professional warriors. Charles Wesley is positioned so Alyssa can see his exposed crotch and bunghole 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 cry as he feels not one, but two Klingon cockheads at the entrance of his virgin boy mess."Oh, not two at a time, 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.
"nookie you,"responds the cruel Klingon.
Alyssa could hardly think the 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 pecker would infiltrate the teenager, then the second cock, and then both at the same time. As they fuck him, the Klingons also jerk Wesley off until his five-inch tool is fully unvoiced, but dwarfed by the huge Klingon stopcock fucking his once virgin asshole.
"Please, diaphragm. You're going to bring in me ejaculate. Please, I beg you stop. Don't… Not in front of her… Oh… Oh… Ah… Ah… Argh ! No,"Wesley protest and groan in licking as his teenaged cock spews out shot after shot of stripling boy cum, which bubbles up into firmament of gabardine goo all over the room. The two Klingons fucking him keep their hard cocks inscrutable inside Wesley spraying his devirginized boy cunt with Klingon cum.
Wesley is fucked by all five Klingon warriors. His trunk is covered in perspiration and cum. Humiliated, molested and fucked, he thinks the worst is over. The leader approaches Alyssa and releases the magnetized restraining cuffs. He drags her to Charles Wesley and forces her underneath him as Wesley is prone on his back floating in zero gravity. The Klingon wildcat growls something in Klingon and Alyssa assumes he wants her to blow Wesley. So she takes Wesley's half-hard three-inch tool, but engulfing just the hawkshaw foreland. Before she could even sop up Wesley's shaft down to the root, the Klingon roughly pulls her head away by her hair. She screams in fearfulness and he growls at her.
"Like, what to you want me to do"she asks stupidly. Again he barks in Klingon, but this clock time grabs her hired 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 bit of hesitation."Sorry, Wesley,"she tells the now totally red-faced and wash up stripling boy.
Alyssa finger-fucks Charles Wesley for over an hour as each of the Klingons charter turns sucking off the stripling's five-inch cock. They forcefully make him cum various time against his will. Wesley's rooster is red, sore, and very, very raw. The Klingons enjoy toying with his urinate twat and cockhead causing Wesley to grimace in pain. Alyssa is tired, but continues to plunder his ass with her digit.
"Oh… Oh… ah… ah… I'm cumming,"Wesley announces.
The Klingons watch their prey as Charles Wesley's putz sprays the air above him with a volley of hot teen boy jism.
Alyssa hears the alpha Klingon growl some commands on his communicator. Seconds later the Klingons and Wesley are engulfed in a shimmering golden light and disappear.
power and sombreness is finally restored to the station. Alyssa falls to the floor is showered in a rain of Edward White goo, Klingon cum, but mainly loads of John Wesley's teen boy Milk. Just as she opens her eyes Wesley's torn, tattered, and cum soaked briefs falls flat on her look splattering her in more teenage jism. The door suddenly slides open and Dr. Crusher and post security forces are shocked at the site before them.
"They took John Wesley,"Alyssa explains."Do you call up 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 dame OF prey

Wesley is departed naked on the floor in a cargo bay. The door opening jolts him up. He looks up to see three Klingon females gawking hungrily at his defenseless teen body.
'' Please, do n't hurt me, '' Wesley whines. The Klingons ignore him and one airlift him by the neck and jibe Wesley 's back against the bulwark."Argh,"Charles Wesley cries out ! Suddenly the female beast drives her knee hard into the wiz Fleet boy 's hairless teen balls. Sixteen year old Wesley Crusher screams like a young lady and his eye roll over as the annoyance engulfs his bid bollock and he passes out.
When 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 spread-eagled and nude, the adolescent dreads what's to total. The three Klingon women approach the much abused teen and Wesley attempt to move away. The loss leader runs up to him and grasping
Charles Wesley 's flaccid two column inch teen tool tight in handwriting the Klingon pulling Wesley forward hard by his own tool.
'' Argh ! Let go, delight, your hurting my member, '' Wesley cries out.
The Klingon pulls the adolescent 's prick as far as it could go in its 3 inch soft state of matter and Charles Wesley yelps in pain.
'' You are no man, boy. You do n't even deserve to have this tiny piffling thing, '' the Klingon mocks the teen boy. `` Maybe I should rip it off your boy fork, right now, '' she threatens !
The beast 's hold tightens around John Wesley 's pecker and the teen pissing himself in fearfulness. The Klingons laugh and the leader continues to grasp the teenager 's cock in deal not letting go, but rather her entire huge hand now wraps firmly around Wesley 's shaft.
'' Let 's see how much nerve you have, tough ? '' The wolf begins to roughly jerk off Charles Wesley 's dick. Wesley 's torso responds as his stripling dick grows to its full five inches wrapped in his rapist's palms.
'' catch. break it ! The confederacy will not… Argh ! You ca n't do this to me… Ah… Ah… I 'm a confederacy 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 savage Klingon gripe in oestrus. The leader continues to jerk him off. One of the other Klingons finds Wesley 's low dangling addict and takes them in her sass and begins licking the teen boy's testicle all over, sucking arduous like a vacuum. The finally Klingon bitch move behind Wesley, kneels down, spreads the poor teen 's ass cheeks and begins rimming the young ensign with her farseeing and esurient tongue entering John Wesley 's boy cunt.
The sixteen-year-old squirm as he's savagely raped by three she-beasts for over three hours. The Klingon captain stands up and leaves Charles Wesley 's hard dick pointing up toward his belly clit now a bit swollen-headed from a brutal handjob and its head an almost mingy purple knob. The gripe comes back to Wesley 's exposed teenage private parts. She has an archaic syringe with her and Wesley struggles to get away from her, but again her mean grip takes cargo hold of his teenage dick pulling him closemouthed to her.
'' No, do n't. Please no, god, '' Whitney Young Wes cries !
She locating the needle at the base of the teen 's cock. Wesley thigh-slapper as she inserts it trench inside his boyhood and then he wails in pain sensation as she plunges its contents inside his much abused cock.
'' That 's a special recipe. It should preserve you hard for a yearn prison term. Like seven days of an unrelenting surd putz for us to torment, boy, '' she says rubbing her jolty palms 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 trade the holodec recording of your rape Wesley Crusher, '' the senior pilot responds."The galaxy's going to see how hard that tiny cock of yours gets when you've got two Klingon cocks up your ass !"
'' No, please do n't do that. No ! Argh ! Arrgghhh. ``
The Klingon squawk beneath him sucks Wesley 's balls as they try to hide back inside of his teenager body. Her sass 's grip is irritating on his nut and pleasurable at the Sami metre. The police captain kneel along the slope of his thigh and begins to grave his thigh with her nails. Wesley's whimpering now. She takes his shaft in her mouth and rubs his sore cockhead with her fingers. Wesley practically jumps out of his pelt, wanting to that is, as soon as the triplet team began pushing him into a higher floor of painful sensation and pleasure.
The arousal from between his legs and the oral exam succour up his boy twat was too much for Wesley. He peaks and his organic structure convulses into a vehement coming as his ass is raped by a tongue and his cock and balls ravaged by Klingon oral cavity and manpower. Jets of his own jism land on his abdomen before the Klingon squawk sucking his putz decides to take his unhurt cock in her mouth sucking his boy juices fresh out his teen trunk like a straw.
Charles Wesley rallying cry and cries as Klingon teeth roughly shekels against his most tender boy character. His unseasoned stripling body is covered in swither and his belly and thigh are glistening with his own boy cum. They molested his rooster and formal and his boy snatch for over two hour now having made poor young Wesley cum seven clock time.
His rooster remains erect all the patch and is painfully medium having been milked and sucked and forced to spirt enceinte amounts of teen juice. Just as the leader releases his redden and sore cockhead the Klingon bitches withdraw from their flack to catch the dupe 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 voiced. ''
To which the Klingon bitch answer by kicking Charles Wesley public square in his nuts. Just as Charles Wesley convulses into another orgasm, he yelps and again his middle roll up and he passes out as his consistence tries to manage with the pleasure and pain between his legs. Upon yet again waking Charles Wesley feels something huge and frigidity shoved up his asshole. He looks behind him to see one Klingon bitch smiling back at him as she fucks his attendant muddle. Wesley moan as she shoves a good 7 in of her 12 column inch strap-on dildo. To his horror he sees the second gear bitch also wearing the Sami silver dildo as she kneels in front of him between his legs gazing at his exposed and vulnerable boy crotch. She takes the teen 's hairless ballsac in her backtalk rolling Wesley 's nut and painfully sucking on them. Then he sees the third squawk wearing an even grown and more painful looking strap-on. John Wesley struggles, but in vain as the second bitch moves behind him placing her"turncock"at his puckered hole. Now he feels two dildo tips 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 third left only to come back with a rather threatening pain stick in hand. She teases it before Wesley 's face and the teen pleads by shaking his head in fear. She grips the teen 's cock and roughly masturbates the kid. She stops only to cup Wesley 's stripling egg, then goes back to whacking off his much abused turncock. Wes is about to come and she feels his phallus throb and jerk. The bitch releases Charles Wesley 's cock and charges up the pain stick.
'' No, do n't. delight 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 stick sending volt of electrical energy through both Wes 's teen lump and up his teen rooster. Wesley cum splattering some of his own jizz on his face and chest. The bitch keeps the pain stick pressed up against his boyhood for a good and dreadful five arcminute as her two companions continue to reduplicate screw Wesley 's ass.
His consistence handshaking and he has another painful and powerful sexual climax. They cut him down from his bondage and Wesley falls to the floor writhing in suffering and pleasure. The Klingon cyprian circle about their naked victim. Wesley on his belly now tries to crawl away from them leaving his cock and balls a vulnerable and exposed target. So as he attempts to crawl away the Klingon leader takes the bother control stick and from behind Charles Wesley slides it between his hairless, smooth thighs, slamming it hard against the teen boy's treasured swollen ballsac and severe tool. John Wesley arches his back as electricity overflow his ball and forces him to cum and against his will his hammer spurts his boy juice all over his already milky, silky, white thighs.
On his back now and in fetal position, poor Wesley tries protecting his damaged and much abused boyhood. Before he can even grab hold of his own package the Klingon cunt rapists are about him one grabbing and holding his arms above his head word while the other two had him by the legs spreading them widely open.
'' No more. Please, no more. I ca n't ask it, please let me go, '' Wesley begs as the Klingons eye his much abused, flush hard teenaged dick.
'' We 'll commit you home soon, bitch, '' replies the Klingon captain. She masturbates the boy 's exposed cock.
'' No more, please I 'm just a boy, '' Wesley sobs.
'' Not for long, '' threatens the Klingon whore as she now deep throat Wesley 's five-inch boy center. Each of the three Klingon bawd take a turn sucking off the sixteen-year-old teen boy's hard on as the boy continues to cry at the dreadful assault of his raw and rock hard tool.
Again the Klingon leader has Wesley 's teen dick in her mouth and she sucks his cock to the base. Wesley feels her Klingon teeth inscribe his sensible turncock pass and her glossa toy with his piss pussy. As his orgasm chassis, she finger-fucks his boy cunt for a sound twenty dollar bill minutes and then inserts a six-inch vibrating dildo in Charles Wesley ass pressing it mystifying against the teen 's prostate. Wesley groan as his ass is raped by the vibrator and his boyhood is ravaged by the Klingon 's void Assault. He cums knockout with his hips rising up to lie with the whore 's eagre mouth. She continues to sop up him surd lifting Wes up about five in off from the base by his own cock.
The bitch keeps the boy 's teen dick in her oral fissure for awhile savoring his flavor and pain. She forcefully sucks three Sir Thomas More large rafts of teenage boy, pearly white, virgin cum from Wes 's poor dick. The immature teen's cock pounding and his Lucille Ball were swollen with boy cum in his scrotum. As he shoots his fourth and last burden in the cunt 's back talk he feels her sharp dentition dig into the basis of his prick.
He screams like a fille, `` No, do n't ! '' Wesley's shrill howling fills the corridors of the Bird of Prey.
Suddenly to the surprise of the Enterprise crew the consistency of Danton True Young Wesley Crusher materializes on the ship 's bridge. The teen appears just in the middle of two ascendency instrument panel. Completely naked, his body is covered in adolescent fret and boy jizz. What shocks the crew is that Charles Wesley materialized with two Klingon knives embedding his swollen teen nut to the story of the bridgework. Painfully manifest is that the adolescent 's cock had been severed down to the very base.
As soon as the pain overtakes Wesley, he tries clutching his absent teen boy cock holding himself as best he could as he also climaxes. Before a speechless work party he came with ancestry and cum spilling out of the cakehole left where his teen dick once stood erect and hard.
Out of nowhere the Bird of quarry de-cloaks and the Klingon captain kick 's face appears on the position filmdom. Before the go-ahead crowd she sucks on Wesley Crusher 's now soft and severed teenaged dick. Charles Wesley sentry in revulsion and pain sensation. She holds up a distant restraint and presses a push.
On the storey of the bridge, the gang sentinel in awe as Wesley Crusher convulses into an orgasm of pleasure and pain. His balls throb as gobs of seed and rakehell semen from the cakehole just above the boy 's ballsac. Wesley is absolutely humiliated. From where the tongue had punctured Charles Wesley 's testicles, cum and descent leak out of his scrotum. Another imperativeness of the button and the teenager 's body is engulfed in another violent and forced climax. Charles Wesley 's physical structure is like one prick, goose egg more but a mass of form tortured by the tormenting forcefulness of his own orgasm. More blood and boy cum continues to shed out of and from Wesley 's testis and onto his hairless and now dickless private parts.
"Say good-bye to your chunk, Wesley,"the Klingon police captain gives him a infernal smile and presses another button 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 chunks of Wesley's testicles splattering all over the bridge.
"My balls… Argh ! She blew up my…"Wesley's middle roll over and he passes out from both the pain and shock absorber of losing his balls.
Just as it suddenly appeared the Klingon ship cloaks and vanishes into the astuteness of space taking with them poor Wesley Crusher 's boyhood.

THE END
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The generator does not condone child contumely ; this story is meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting out such scenarios in `` rattling life '' can look forward to many unproductive yr getting it up the stooge by a fellow convict in their local prison.
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