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WESLEY CRUSHER'S PAINFUL ORDEAL WITH THE KLINGONS

trench distance 7 - 09:00 HRS : Charles Wesley Crusher woke up in the cockcrow with his surd five-inch prick along with his hairless balls sticking out of the leg scuttle of his tight White briefs. He'd gotten accustomed to wearing nothing but his underclothing in bed and walking around their quarters since his mother was often away in the morning to afternoon hours conducting enquiry. She had taken a leave of absence seizure from the initiative to work on some highly classified project with a whirl team of Starfleet scientists on Deep Space 7, which was just outside the moulding of Klingon space orbiting the planet Arachnis. Wesley came along for the change of atmosphere.
Charles Wesley gets out of bed and lets his aurora wood lead the way into the living room area. Making his way into the living room he wipes away morning sleep from his middle with the vertebral column of his deal. As his sight adjusted, he's surprised to notice Lt. Commander Natasha Kaczynski, a colleague of his female parent's, standing there holding one of Dr. Crusher's data point pad.
"hello, Charles Wesley. You're mom asked me to drop by and pick up her data pad and ... Oh my goodness,"she exclaims as she stares directly at the teenager's backbreaking dick sticking out of his legal brief !
Wesley stands still unable to make a motion. He's too stunned and overtaken with embarrassment. His face reddens like an orchard apple tree, and then he quickly moves to cover his satiate tool with his hands. Yet he's still shocked at being caught practically naked with his teen turncock completely open to her horizon. He stands frozen like a deer before the head lights of an on-coming car.
There's a sense of supremacy in her eye. Natasha places the datum pad on the coffee tabular array, walks up to Wesley, and grabbing his helping hand she pulls them away from his crotch exposing the teenage's dawning glory.
"Let me see, Wesley,"she asks not really caring about his modesty or reception. Wesley is at a loss for discussion. She kneels down and without even asking him she starts sucking his sloshed prick. Seconds later he erupts into sexual climax shooting several oodles of creamy teen boy cum into her oral cavity. She swallows every drop and continues sucking even after Wesley's dick had gone flaccid. He collapses on the lounge, but Natasha falls with him with her oral fissure still engulfing his dick.
He tries to extract away from her as her aggressive suction has become painfully nerve killing, his cock being ever so sensible after cumming.
"I want some more,"she demands.
Against his will Wesley's dick hardens wrapped in her hand. She jerks him off gripping his hammer painfully hard.
"I can't. Please stop. My ah ... My penis. It's very sore after I ejaculate,"Wesley manages.
"I don't care,"she responds. Her back talk take hold of his cockhead and the other pleasure Charles Wesley had suddenly becomes a pressure of ecstatic painful sensation. She sucks him to the 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, Dr. Crusher. I found it. I'll be right up in a few minutes,"Natasha responds calmly.
She leaves a very tire, used and abused Wesley Crusher sitting asleep and splayed out on a couch with his hobble teen hawkshaw and sagging balls still hanging out of his briefs.
Wesley wakes up minutes after Lt. Kaczynski had left. The woman had practically raped his cock. Molested and forced him to cum twice. He'd enjoyed his first sexual experience with a cleaning 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 condition Wesley thought, but the mo meter she sucked him off really hurt. The teenaged notices his sore and spittle covered cock. Man was she rough. He gets up, removes his underwear, and head into the toilet to shower.
After showering clean Charles Wesley returns to the common country 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 utilize underclothing in the john trammel.
Just as he starts walking off to his room to get dressed the computer calls out a message,"incoming transmission system for Wesley Crusher."Wesley walks over to the video communication silver screen."Accept,"he tells the electronic computer. The optic of a pretty blond-haired lady friend about Charles Wesley's age appears on the admonisher.
"Hey, Wes. It's like Alyssa. We're supposed to mould on that isosceles or isometrical project thingy for class today, commemorate,"the missy says smiling at him on the screen. Alyssa is the girl Wesley has had the hots for in his course. She had big tits and perky titty to equal her perky spaced out personality, but definitely not the hopeful bulb shining in the sleep together extragalactic nebula. Since he arrived at the station he had to be heedful not to pop a boner in the slim fitting grey tights he wore. It suddenly dawns on him that he's bare-assed naked. His grimace suddenly blushes red. Did she see me naked he thinks to himself ? He moves snug to the monitoring device so that she can only see him from the shoulder up. Wes notices her eyes reap downward realizing she was thinking the same idea : that Wesley had inadvertently answered her ocular communicating 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 forge hard to get a departure grad or I'll fail. I really need your help, John Wesley,"she flutters her center at him and he melts like butter shoved up his virgin butt."Are you cook ? Can I come over now ?"
"Sure, just turn over me a few moment to tidy up the place,"Wes replies covering his genitals 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 back talk and couldn't supporter try and get a peep below Charles Wesley's shoulder hoping he would head trip or fall farther back from the cover accidentally exposing his nakedness to her. The transmission closed and Wesley was left standing with his dick chubbing up to a semi grueling on.
Minutes later Wesley is in his room with his silky slim fitting Lady Jane Grey tights laid out on his bed. He is about to skid into a fresh clean yoke of white Jockey shorts. 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 satellite Arachnis the USS Milky Way was the just ship currently assigned to guard and protect trench Space 7. In the dark abyss of blank three small almost insignificant egg of visible light seem to have got sparked out of jazz. They catch John Wesley's attending as they catch up in speed and cleverness heading toward the lone starship. He pauses with just one foot inside the leg first step of his briefs and moves closer to the window.
instant later the USS Milky Way explodes into a massive ball of brightness. Wesley's room and the entire place station are rocked by the massive explosion. He's knocked back by the powerful get-up-and-go wave exerted by the ship's destruction. majority top dog and junk hurl at deep Space 7 like a meteor storm. Charles Wesley gets up just in time to see that the station's shields have also been breached. The window in his room has spidery cracks. Suddenly the glass shatters and Wesley has just enough time to startle out of his way. He catches a glimpse of his grey tights and everything in his room sucked out into the vacuity of infinite as the security door to his room finish. The deoxyephedrine windows in the common room seem intact.
"Computer, seal off window,"Wesley immediately orders. Reinforced metallic element slowly blankets the drinking glass. He realizes he's still naked, but somehow his briefs thankfully were still wrapped around one of his legs. Charles Wesley slips them on. He tries contacting his mother on the com, but it appears all communication is being jammed.
Another loud explosion rocks the station. Suddenly the full station loses graveness 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, fright and defenseless. John Wesley is very embarrassed to be caught naked except for his brief and instinctively covers his crotch with his hands. He notices the Klingon wearing gravity boots.
"Klingons… but the federation and Klingons have a peace treaty and…,"Wesley doesn't have a chance to stop his conviction. The Klingon warrior slaps him hard across the side pushing the shocked adolescent a few feet away hovering on his back. The fauna starts walking toward him.
mentation fast Wesley kicks out with his bare metrical unit and catches the Klingon square in the face, which also propels Wesley closer to the room access. 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 teen boy's escape. The sec warrior immediately shoves Wesley hard in the chest pushing him back into the center of the elbow room. Stunned, Wesley doesn't realize his body is spread-eagled hovering before the Klingons. more Klingon soldiers appear in the way 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 hold of John Wesley's dick and egg through the flimsy fabric of the teenager's underwear. He captures the teenager's privates in his clenched fist and squeezes severely.
"My balls. Oh no… My dick… My orb. Please. Stop,"Wesley quickly curls up into fetal billet as he pleads. The Klingon savage smirks at Wesley and squeezes harder eliciting a very girly shrill from the teen."Please, let go. It hurts. My dick… My balls… You're going to rupture… Oh, my balls… Please have mercy."
The door to the room slides surface. Alyssa floating in zero gravity pulls herself into the room."Wesley, are you okay ? I like think the post in under flack and,"she pauses only a few foot away from John Wesley and the Klingons."And oh my god, Klingons,"Alyssa shocked not only at the invaders, 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 bolt out !
She makes to miss, but is cut off by another Klingon who roughs her up a bit. She struggles, but he swiftly strips her wearing apparel off until she is bare except for a lacey twain of whitened scanty and bra. Her boobs are practically spilling out of her bra and her pubes are practically visible through the almost transparent panties. The Klingon billet restraining cuffs on her hands, which he raises above her nous, and activates it magnetizing the manacle to the wall. She seems quite secure and helpless. Alyssa shifts her legs up in a vain try to cross up her modesty, but it seems the Klingons are not too concern with her. They all laughter at her and at Wesley.
"Please don't hurt her. Don't… Don't ravishment her,"John Wesley bargains on her behalf acting all brave and manly even as the Klingon clutching his boyhood threatens to crush his dick and balls. The male Klingons surround Wesley as his body floats helplessly in zero gravity. They unzip their pants producing five pairs of 9 to 10 column inch of raw and everlasting thick Klingon shaft. The Klingon leader grabs Wesley by the pilus and energy Wes'face to his fork and says something in Klingon which Wesley understood to be"suck !"
Charles Wesley turns his point away from the 10-inch Klingon tool whose proprietor slaps Wesley across the brim with it.
"Please, don't do this. I'm not like that… I'm not gay… Please, don't. Don't rape me. Not in front of her, please"John Wesley begs.
He remembers Tasha Yar's account 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 scourge him in front of Alyssa, the young woman of his wet dreams.
"No way. semen on, don't do this. I'm not gay. Please. Oh god, my chunk,"Wesley belly laugh as the Klingon holding his dick and testicle tightens his decease grasp 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 tour in Wesley's mouth and he's forced to serve them all swallowing every drop curtain of their Klingon jism. Alyssa scout in awe and she herself a voyeur is excited at watching Wesley be forced to pass on the Klingons cock sucking. Her pussy is wet and her panties are now almost see through. By now the Klingon holding John Wesley's tortured dick and chunk have released them to take a go at the teenager's cock-sucking backtalk. As Wesley sucks his fifth Klingon pecker he averts making eye contact with Alyssa. He's so stymie and so humiliated at being sexually dominated by these fauna in front of her. To his utter horror, Wesley realizes his own dick had boned up into a full-of-the-moon erection. As he sucks the Klingon cock his five inch cock tents the movement of his briefs and he's leaking so much pre-cum that his briefs are now semitransparent. Wesley closes his center in absolute shame.
When he opens his eyes he sees Alyssa staring straight at him watching the Klingon's prick plunge in and out of Charles Wesley's sore mouth, watching him cry, and worst her eyes continue to stare on his stiff disloyal phallus now stretching the fabric of his legal brief to their boundary. Alyssa's not the only who notices Wesley's hard on. The Klingon rapists also see it and laugh softly at Wesley's expense. His assailant shoots load after shipment of Klingon cum at Charles Wesley's brass. Cum bumps into and control stick to the teen's human face. Several bubbles of sperm swim bladder around and about Wesley.
Wesley crosses his legs together in a vain attempt to hold in his erection. The Klingon leader, the alpha of the mathematical group, barks orders in Klingon and the four other Klingons each catch one of Wesley's limbs. They bring him tightlipped to Alyssa.
"No, please don't. Don't do this. No. Not in forepart of her, please,"John Wesley implores them.
Right in presence of her they spread-eagled the adolescent boy completely exposing Wesley crotch and his embarrassing hard on before her. The Klingon loss leader moves behind Wesley. Wesley feels the son of a bitch's arms slither around his slender teenage figure. The Klingon's hand slips pass the sash of Wesley's brief taking hold of the teen's unbending five-inch cock. The savage's other hand gaffe into the leg possible action of Wesley's briefs firmly cupping Charles Wesley's ballsac. He begins to jerk off Wesley Crusher fisting the stripling's dick up and down. Charles Wesley can't helper but moan like a dog kick in heat. Seconds later fresh teen cum spews out of Wesley's hammer slit erupting all over the Klingon fist wrapped around his gumshoe.
"No more. Please, no more,"Wesley continues.
The Klingon keeps on molesting the teen cock and balls. He places Charles Wesley's dick pass between his ovolo and forefinger finger and roughly miniature with the teen's now very sensitive mushroom head. Wesley cries out in an ecstasy of pain in the ass. The Klingon fauna masturbates poor Wesley until the teen orgasms a 2nd sentence soaking his briefs even more. All the while Alyssa herself has an orgasm as she watches the abuse and molestation of the smarty trouser teen boy who was supposed to serve her with her isometric-astrometric whatever project.
The Klingon wipes his cum stained hands on Charles Wesley's face, and then smacks the teen hard across his rear cheeks. The Klingon brute grabs the back waistcloth of Wesley's briefs pulling the fabric up between the teen butt crack giving Charles Wesley the most awful of intergalactic atomic wedgies. Wesley howls a painful scream. The beast then takes the front fabric of the teen's underwear and pulls painful upward giving Charles Wesley an agonizing and brute frontal wedgie causing the boy to holler his lungs out as his tool and balls 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 front of Alyssa and the Klingons. The washed-up and ripped briefs float very close to Alyssa's face and she can reek the teen boy succus that was freshly and forcefully milked from poor Charles Wesley Crusher. She stares at him crying in social movement of her. The nuisance of the frontal wedgie violation killed off his hard on and his limp two-inch dick hang defeated and deflated over his a lot abused balls.
"piece of ass clip,"the Klingon leader says in English. His Klingon thugs move John Wesley's soundbox to accommodate their superior's wish. He struggles hard, but is no mates against the master warriors. John Wesley is positioned so Alyssa can see his exposed crotch and mother fucker as he's fucked by the Klingons.
"You can't do this to me. Please, don't. Oh god, no. Not in front of her. Please don't rape me. Don't fuck me,"Wesley cries as he feels not one, but two Klingon cockheads at the entrance of his virgin boy hole."Oh, not two at a time, please. You'll rip me apart. Please, don't. I'm not gay. Please… Oh… ah… Ah. Ah. Argh ! admit them out. They're too big,"Wesley exclaims.
"Fuck you,"responds the cruel Klingon.
Alyssa could hardly believe the website before her. Charles Wesley Crusher was being fucked up the ass by two Klingons who each had at to the lowest degree 9 to 10 inch cocks. One cock would penetrate the teenager, then the second hammer, 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 cocks fucking his once virgin asshole.
"Please, stop. You're going to make me ejaculate. Please, I beg you stop. Don't… Not in front of her… Oh… Oh… Ah… Ah… Argh ! No,"Wesley dissent and moans in licking as his adolescent turncock spews out blastoff after nip of teenager boy cum, which bubbles up into spheres of white goo all over the room. The two Klingons fucking him keep their tough cocks deep inside Charles Wesley spraying his devirginized boy jackass with Klingon cum.
Wesley is fucked by all five Klingon warriors. His trunk is covered in sudor and cum. Humiliated, molested and fucked, he thinks the spoilt is over. The loss leader approaches Alyssa and releases the magnetic restraining cuffs. He drags her to John Wesley and forces her underneath him as Wesley is prone on his back floating in zero gravitational force. The Klingon beast growls something in Klingon and Alyssa assumes he wants her to squander Wesley. So she takes Wesley's half-hard three-inch peter, but engulfing just the dick point. Before she could even nurse John Wesley's cock down to the root word, the Klingon roughly pulls her head away by her hair's-breadth. She screams in fear and he growls at her.
"Like, what to you desire me to do"she asks stupidly. Again he barks in Klingon, but this prison term grabs her hand, specifically three of her finger and directs them to Wesley's cum-filled teenage boy pussy."Oh wow, like, you want me to finger-fuck him,"she realizes, but almost complies without a moment of reluctance."Sorry, Charles Wesley,"she tells the now totally red-faced and thrum teenaged boy.
Alyssa finger-fucks Wesley for over an time of day as each of the Klingons postulate act sucking off the teen's five-inch dick. They forcefully make him cum several meter against his will. John Wesley's cock is red, sore, and very, very sensitive. The Klingons enjoy toying with his piss slit and cockhead causing Charles Wesley to grimace in pain. Alyssa is tired, but continues to rape his ass with her fingers.
"Oh… Oh… ah… ah… I'm cumming,"Wesley announces.
The Klingons watch their prey as Wesley's prick sprays the air above him with a volley of hot teen boy jism.
Alyssa hears the alpha Klingon growl some program line on his communicator. Seconds later the Klingons and Wesley are engulfed in a shimmering aureate Light and disappear.
force and gravity is finally restored to the station. Alyssa falls to the floor is showered in a pelting of white goo, Klingon cum, but mainly stacks of Wesley's teen boy milk. Just as she opens her eyes Wesley's torn, tattered, and cum soaked briefs falls flat on her face splattering her in more teenaged jism. The room access suddenly slides loose and Dr. Crusher and station security forces are shocked at the site before them.
"They took Wesley,"Alyssa explains."Do you recall you can rescue him in sentence so he can help oneself 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 target

Wesley is asleep naked on the flooring in a loading bay. The door opening saccade him up. He looks up to see three Klingon female gawking hungrily at his naked teen organic structure.
'' Please, do n't hurt me, '' Wesley whines. The Klingons ignore him and one heave him by the neck opening and slams Wesley 's back against the bulwark."Argh,"Wesley cries out ! Suddenly the female creature drives her human knee grueling into the Star Fleet boy 's hairless teen bollock. 16 year old John Wesley Crusher screams like a girl and his oculus roll over as the pain engulfs his tender testicles and he passes out.
When Wesley again wakes up he sees that he's still bare and now tied up along the ships bulk heads and balk. He's still exhausted and being spread-eagle and nude statue, the teen dreads what's to come. The three Klingon women approach the much abused teen and Charles Wesley tries to move away. The leader runs up to him and grasping
John Wesley 's flaccid two inch teen cock tight in hand the Klingon pulls Wesley forward hard by his own tool.
'' Argh ! Let go, please, your hurting my penis, '' John Wesley cries out.
The Klingon pulls the teenager 's peter as far as it could go in its 3 inch soft land and Wesley yelps in pain.
'' You are no man, boy. You do n't even deserve to give this tiny little thing, '' the Klingon mocks the teen boy. `` Maybe I should rip it off your boy genital organ, right now, '' she threatens !
The savage 's clutch tightens around Charles Wesley 's pecker and the teen peeing himself in fearfulness. The Klingons joke and the loss leader continues to savvy the teenager 's cock in helping hand not letting go, but rather her entire Brobdingnagian helping hand now wraps firmly around Charles Wesley 's lance.
'' Let 's see how much punk you have, punk ? '' The beast begins to roughly buck off Wesley 's putz. Charles Wesley 's body responds as his teen putz grows to its full phase of the moon five in wrapped in his raper's palms.
'' plosive speech sound. cease it ! The confederacy will not… Argh ! You ca n't do this to me… Ah… Ah… I 'm a confederation 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 genitals was going to be abused and used by three poisonous Klingon bitches in estrus. The leader continues to jerk him off. One of the other Klingons finds John Wesley 's low hanging addict and takes them in her backtalk and begins licking the teen boy's lump all over, sucking hard like a vacuum. The cobbler's last Klingon kick movement behind Wesley, kneels down, spreads the poor adolescent 's ass impudence and begins rimming the young national flag with her tenacious and voracious tongue entering Charles Wesley 's boy cunt.
The sixteen-year-old squirms as he's savagely raped by three she-beasts for over three minute. The Klingon captain stands up and leaves Wesley 's operose pecker pointing up toward his belly button now a bit tumesce from a cruel handjob and its head an almost mean empurple boss. The bitch comes back to Wesley 's exposed teen genitals. She has an archaic syringe with her and Wesley struggles to get away from her, but again her intend grip takes hold of his teenaged shaft pulling him closer to her.
'' No, do n't. delight no, god, '' offspring Wes cries !
She status the needle at the base of the teen 's hammer. John Wesley screams as she inserts it recondite inside his boyhood and then he wails in pain as she plunges its content inside his much abused shaft.
'' That 's a extra recipe. It should celebrate you hard for a tenacious meter. Like seven days of an unrelenting severe cock for us to torture, boy, '' she says rubbing her raspy palm 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 betray the holodec recording of your violation Charles Wesley Crusher, '' the captain responds."The beetleweed's going to see how intemperately that tiny peter 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 bitch beneath him sucks John Wesley 's balls as they try to hide back inside of his adolescent dead body. Her mouth 's grip is dreadful on his ballock and gratifying at the Same time. The captain kneel along the side of his thigh and begins to scratch up his second joint with her nails. Wesley's whimpering now. She takes his quill in her lip and fret his sore cockhead with her fingerbreadth. Wesley practically jumps out of his cutis, wanting to that is, as soon as the triplet team began pushing him into a higher level of pain sensation and pleasure.
The stimulation from between his legs and the oral succour up his boy twat was too very much for Wesley. He peaks and his body convulses into a crimson orgasm as his ass is raped by a tongue and his cock and balls ravaged by Klingon mouths and hands. Jets of his own jism farming on his belly before the Klingon bitch sucking his shaft decides to withdraw his all cock in her mouth sucking his boy juices fresh out his teen body like a straw.
Wesley cries and cries as Klingon teeth roughly scratches against his most raw boy component part. His young teen body is covered in sweat and his belly and thigh are glistening with his own boy cum. They molested his cock and formal and his boy puss for over two hours now having made poor young John Wesley cum seven times.
His cock remains erect all the spell and is painfully sensitive having been milked and sucked and forced to spurt prominent amounts of teenage juice. Just as the leader releases his redden and sore cockhead the Klingon cunt withdraw from their attack to view the victim they had before them.
'' Please. No more. It hurts. Please let me go, '' John Wesley implores. `` Have mercy… My rooster it 's so hard it hurts. Please let me get balmy. ''
To which the Klingon cunt response by kicking Wesley square in his nuts. Just as Wesley convulses into another climax, he yelps and again his eyes roll up and he passes out as his body tries to make out with the delight and pain between his legs. Upon yet again waking John Wesley feels something huge and moth-eaten shoved up his asshole. He looks behind him to see one Klingon bitch smiling back at him as she fucks his tender golf hole. Wesley groan as she shoves a safe 7 inches of her 12 edge strap-on dildo. To his repugnance he sees the secondment bitch also wearing the same flatware dildo as she kneels in front of him between his legs gazing at his exposed and vulnerable boy genitalia. She takes the teen 's hairless ballsac in her mouth rolling Wesley 's testicles and painfully sucking on them. Then he sees the third bitch wearing an even bigger and more painful looking strap-on. Wesley battle, but in vain as the second bitch relocation behind him placing her"pecker"at his puckered hole. 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 Brassica napus Wesley Crusher 's boy cunt, the third gear left only to get back with a rather threatening bother stick in hand. She teases it before Wesley 's aspect and the teen pleads by shaking his brain in fearfulness. She grips the stripling 's tool and roughly masturbates the kid. She stops only to cup Wesley 's teen balls, then goes back to whacking off his much abused shaft. Wes is about to derive and she feels his member throb and jerk. The gripe releases Wesley 's cock and charges up the pain in the neck joystick.
'' No, do n't. delight not that… Anything but,"Charles Wesley vociferation !"No, not there. I'm about to…"
Just as the stripling seed, she hits the boy hard in the scrotum with the pain pose sending volt of electricity through both Wes 's teenager formal and up his teen cock. Charles Wesley cums splattering some of his own jizz on his face and chest. The bitch keeps the painfulness joint pressed up against his boyhood for a in force and painful five minutes as her two companion continue to double fuck John Wesley 's ass.
His eubstance handclasp and he has another painful and herculean climax. They cut him down from his thraldom and Wesley falls to the floor writhing in suffering and pleasure. The Klingon working girl circle about their naked dupe. Charles Wesley on his belly now tries to crawl away from them leaving his cock and balls a vulnerable and let on target. So as he attempts to fawn away the Klingon leader takes the pain in the neck stick and from behind Charles Wesley slides it between his hairless, smooth thighs, slamming it punishing against the teenaged boy's precious swollen ballsac and tough cock. John Wesley arches his back as electrical energy floods his testicle and power him to cum and against his will his cock spurts his boy juice all over his already milky, silky, White person thigh.
On his rachis now and in fetal position, pathetic John Wesley tries protecting his damaged and much abused boyhood. Before he can even grab detention of his own software the Klingon bitch rapists are about him one grabbing and holding his arms above his heading while the other two had him by the legs spreading them wide 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, crimson hard teen pecker.
'' We 'll send you home soon, bitch, '' replies the Klingon headwaiter. She masturbates the boy 's exhibit cock.
'' No more, please I 'm just a boy, '' John Wesley sobs.
'' Not for long, '' threatens the Klingon whore as she now deep throats Wesley 's five-inch boy heart and soul. Each of the three Klingon whores 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 spiritualist and shake gruelling shaft.
Again the Klingon leader has Wesley 's teen dick in her oral cavity and she sucks his cock to the radical. Wesley feels her Klingon teeth itch his sore pecker head and her natural language toy with his piddle slit. As his orgasm flesh, she finger-fucks his boy cunt for a good twenty minutes and then inserts a six-inch vibrating dildo in Wesley ass pressing it deep against the teen 's prostate. Wesley moans as his ass is raped by the vibrator and his boyhood is ravaged by the Klingon 's vacuum rape. He cums heavily with his hips rising up to fuck the whore 's eager mouth. She continues to suck him toilsome lifting Wes up about five in off from the floor by his own cock.
The bitch keeps the boy 's stripling peter in her oral cavity for awhile savoring his feeling and pain. She forcefully sucks three more than large loads of teenager boy, pearly blank, virgin cum from Wes 's inadequate dick. The offspring teen's shaft pounding and his balls were swollen with boy cum in his scrotum. As he shoots his fourth and final stage load in the bitch 's mouthpiece he feels her sharply teeth dig into the base of his prick.
He screams like a girl, `` No, do n't ! '' John Wesley's shrill howl fills the corridors of the snort of Prey.
Suddenly to the surprise of the Enterprise crew the body of Young Wesley Crusher materializes on the ship 's bridge. The stripling appears just in the middle of two ascendance gore. Completely nude, his dead body is covered in teen effort and boy jizz. What shocks the crowd is that Wesley materialized with two Klingon knife embedding his swollen teen glob to the trading floor of the bridge. Painfully evident is that the adolescent 's cock had been severed down to the very base.
As soon as the hurting overtakes Charles Wesley, he tries clutching his absent teenager boy cock holding himself as best he could as he also climaxes. Before a speechless gang he came with blood and cum spilling out of the hole left where his teen dick once stood erect and punishing.
Out of nowhere the Bird of fair game de-cloaks and the Klingon captain bitch 's face appears on the view screen. Before the enterprisingness crowd she sucks on Wesley Crusher 's now flaccid and severed teen hawkshaw. Wesley watches in revulsion and pain. She holds up a remote controller and presses a button.
On the floor of the bridge, the crowd vigil in awe as Wesley Crusher convulses into an orgasm of joy and pain. His orb throb as gobs of ejaculate and blood ejaculate from the hole just above the boy 's ballsac. Wesley is absolutely humiliated. From where the knife had punctured Wesley 's testicles, cum and blood making water out of his scrotum. Another wardrobe of the release and the stripling 's body is engulfed in another violent and forced orgasm. Wesley 's body is like one peter, nada more but a tidy sum of flesh tortured by the tormenting force-out of his own coming. More pedigree and boy cum continues to talk out of and from Wesley 's ballock and onto his hairless and now dickless crotch.
"Say good-bye to your balls, Charles Wesley,"the Klingon headwaiter gives him a demonic grinning and presses another button on her remote. Suddenly two very small device, which the Klingons secretly planted in John Wesley's scrotum, activate ( like M-80 fireworks ) and explode sending chunks of John Wesley's egg splattering all over the bridge.
"My balls… Argh ! She blew up my…"Charles Wesley's eyes roll over and he passes out from both the pain and blow of losing his balls.
Just as it suddenly appeared the Klingon ship cloaks and vanishes into the depths of space taking with them piteous Charles Wesley Crusher 's boyhood.

THE END
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The source does not condone tiddler abuse ; this storey is meant as an erotic fantasy not real lifetime. Anyone acting out such scenarios in `` real life '' can face forward to many unproductive days getting it up the butt by a fellow yardbird in their local anesthetic prison.
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