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WESLEY CRUSHER'S PAINFUL ordeal WITH THE KLINGONS

DEEP outer space 7 - 09:00 HRS : Wesley Crusher woke up in the morning with his hard five-inch shaft along with his hairless formal sticking out of the leg orifice of his crocked white briefs. He'd gotten accustomed to wearing nothing but his underwear in bed and walking around their after part since his female parent was often away in the morning to afternoon 60 minutes conducting research. She had taken a leave of absence from the go-ahead to work on some highly classified project with a snap team of Starfleet scientists on Deep Space 7, which was just outside the perimeter of Klingon infinite orbiting the planet Arachnis. Wesley came along for the modification of atmosphere.
Charles Wesley gets out of bed and lets his morning forest lead the way into the living room domain. Making his way into the living room he wipes away break of day sleep from his eyes with the binding of his manpower. As his passel adjusted, he's surprised to find Lt. air force officer Natasha Kaczynski, a co-worker of his female parent's, standing there holding one of Dr. Crusher's data pads.
"hullo, John Wesley. You're mom asked me to drop down by and pick up her datum pad and ... Oh my goodness,"she exclaims as she stares directly at the teen's hard dick sticking out of his legal brief !
Wesley stands still ineffective to move. He's too astounded and overtaken with embarrassment. His face reddens like an apple, and then he quickly moves to cover his gormandize prick with his manpower. Yet he's still shocked at being caught practically naked with his teenager peter completely clear to her view. He stands icy like a deer before the head lighting of an on-coming car.
There's a sense of domination in her centre. Natasha places the data pad on the coffee tree mesa, walks up to Wesley, and grabbing his hand she pulls them away from his crotch exposing the teen's morning glory.
"Let me see, Wesley,"she asks not really caring about his modesty or response. Wesley is at a deprivation for words. She kneels down and without even asking him she starts sucking his unfaltering cock. Seconds later he erupts into orgasm shooting several loads of creamy stripling boy cum into her oral fissure. She swallows every drop and continues sucking even after Charles Wesley's prick had gone flaccid. He collapses on the sofa, but Natasha falls with him with her lip still engulfing his dick.
He tries to perpetrate away from her as her aggressive suction has become painfully nerve killing, his cock being ever so raw after cumming.
"I want some more,"she demands.
Against his will Wesley's gumshoe hardens wrapped in her hand. She jerks him off gripping his putz painfully hard.
"I can't. Please stop. My ah ... My phallus. It's very sore after I ejaculate,"John Wesley manages.
"I don't upkeep,"she responds. Her backtalk take handle of his cockhead and the ahead of time pleasure Charles Wesley had suddenly becomes a pressure of rapturous pain. She sucks him to the root. He moans uncontrollably and again within endorsement Charles Wesley shoots off in her oral fissure again.
Suddenly her communicator goes off,"Natasha, did you have any problems finding my data pad."
"No, Doctor Crusher. I found it. I'll be correctly up in a few minutes,"Natasha responds calmly.
She leaves a very exhausted, used and shout John Wesley Crusher sitting asleep and splayed out on a couch with his limp adolescent dick and sagging chunk still hanging out of his briefs.
John Wesley wakes up minutes after Lt. Kaczynski had left. The cleaning lady had practically raped his pecker. Molested and forced him to cum twice. He'd enjoyed his offset 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 ascendence John Wesley view, but the endorse sentence she sucked him off really hurt. The teen notices his sore and spit covered shaft. Man was she rough. He gets up, removes his underwear, and promontory into the bathroom to shower.
After showering clean Charles Wesley rejoinder to the common area completely naked. He picks up the briefs he had worn and realizes not a drop of his cum was on it. Lt. Kaczynski had swallowed every shot of his jism. He dumps his exploited underwear in the bathroom bond.
Just as he starts walking off to his way to get dressed the information processing system calls out a content,"incoming transmission for Wesley Crusher."Wesley walking over to the video communicating screen."Accept,"he tells the computer. The visual of a pretty blond-haired girl about Wesley's age appears on the monitor.
"Hey, Wes. It's like Alyssa. We're supposed to act upon on that isosceles or isometrical project thingy for grade today, think of,"the girl 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 perky boob to pair her perky spaced out personality, but definitely not the vivid lightbulb shining in the known Galax urceolata. Since he arrived at the station he had to be measured not to pop a boner in the slenderize fitting Zane Grey leotards he wore. It suddenly dawns on him that he's bare-assed naked. His typeface suddenly blushes red. Did she see me naked he thinks to himself ? He moves nigher to the reminder so that she can only see him from the shoulders up. Wes notices her eyes puff downward realizing she was thinking the Sami thought : that John Wesley had inadvertently answered her visual communication naked.
"Oh. Hi, Alyssa. No. I… I didn't forget,"John Wesley stammers."You mean the astrometric project,"he adds correcting her and sounding more like a geeky snob know-it-all brat.
"Like, whatever. I just need to really work hard to get a going score or I'll fail. I really need your supporter, John Wesley,"she flutters her middle at him and he melts like butter shoved up his virgin butt."Are you ready ? Can I fare over now ?"
"Sure, just give 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 lips and couldn't aid try and get a peek below Wesley's shoulders hoping he would trip or pin farther back from the screen accidentally exposing his bareness to her. The transmission closed and Charles Wesley was left standing with his pecker chubbing up to a semi hard on.
Minutes later Wesley is in his room with his slick slim fitting grey tights laid out on his bed. He is about to drop away into a fresh fair span of Patrick White Jockey shorts. Outside the windowpane of his elbow room he can see the USS Milky Way, a Miranda-class starship similar to the USS Reliant. Orbiting the planet Arachnis the USS Milky Way was the only ship currently assigned to ward and protect Deep infinite 7. In the sinister abyss of infinite three small almost undistinguished Lucille Ball of light seem to throw sparked out of nothingness. They catch Wesley's attention as they catch up in velocity and luminousness heading toward the lone starship. He pauses with just one foundation inside the leg scuttle of his legal brief and move closer to the window.
here and now later the USS Milky Way explodes into a massive formal of light. Wesley's room and the stallion space station are rocked by the massive explosion. He's knocked back by the powerful Energy Department undulation exerted by the ship's devastation. Bulk heads and rubble hurl at trench outer 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 windowpane in his room has spidery cracks. Suddenly the glass shatters and Wesley has just enough time to startle out of his room. He catches a glimpse of his greyness tights and everything in his room sucked out into the void of space as the security door to his room closes. The deoxyephedrine windows in the common elbow room seem intact.
"computing device, seal off Windows,"Charles Wesley immediately orders. Reinforced metal slowly blankets the trash. He realizes he's still naked, but somehow his brief thankfully were still wrapped around one of his wooden leg. 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 total post loses gravity and John Wesley finds himself floating in a zero somberness surroundings. Out of the blue a Klingon warrior materializes behind Wesley. He turns around surprised, scared and defenseless. Charles Wesley is very embarrassed to be caught naked except for his briefs and instinctively covers his crotch with his paw. He notices the Klingon wearing sombreness boots.
"Klingons… but the Federation and Klingons have a serenity treaty and…,"Wesley doesn't have a opportunity to land up his sentence. The Klingon warrior slaps him hard across the face pushing the shocked adolescent a few foot away hovering on his back. The animal starts walking toward him.
thought process fast Charles Wesley kicks out with his bare metrical unit and catches the Klingon lame in the face, which also propels John Wesley closer to the door. The warrior swears at the stripling in Klingon. Charles Wesley is almost at the door when unexpectedly another Klingon materializes in front of him blocking the teenage boy's escape. The second warrior immediately shoves Wesley hard in the breast pushing him back into the center of the way. Stunned, Wesley doesn't clear his dead body is spread-eagled hovering before the Klingons. More Klingon soldiers appear in the room totaling to five warriors. The Klingon, who Charles Wesley had earlier kicked in the fount, walks up between Wesley's splayed out legs. The man grabs a hold of Wesley's hawkshaw and balls through the flimsy textile of the stripling's underwear. He captures the teenager's genitals in his fist and squeezes hard.
"My testis. Oh no… My dick… My formal. Please. check,"Wesley quickly curls up into fetal stance 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 threshold to the room slides open. Alyssa floating in zero gravitational attraction pulls herself into the way."Wesley, are you okay ? I like think the post in under attack 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 office of seeing geeky boy Wesley Crusher being dominated and manhandled by them.
"Sorry, Charles Wesley,"she yells as she turns to bolt out !
She makes to get out, 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 bare except for a lacey pair of white pantie and bra. Her dumbbell are practically spilling out of her bra and her pubes are practically visible through the almost transparent panties. The Klingon blank space restraining cuffs on her hands, which he raises above her forefront, and activates it magnetizing the cuffs to the wall. She seems quite secure and helpless. Alyssa shifts her legs up in a vain attempt to cover up her reserve, but it seems the Klingons are not too interested with her. They all laugh at her and at Wesley.
"Please don't hurt her. Don't… Don't rape her,"John Wesley bargain on her behalf acting all brave and manly even as the Klingon clutching his boyhood threatens to crush his dick and chunk. The Male Klingons surroundings Wesley as his consistence floats helplessly in zero gravity. They unzip their pants producing five twain of 9 to 10 column inch of raw and everlasting midst Klingon peter. The Klingon leader grab Wesley by the hair and energy Wes'typeface to his crotch and says something in Klingon which Wesley understood to be"SUCK !"
Wesley turns his head away from the 10-inch Klingon cock whose owner slaps Wesley across the lips with it.
"Please, don't do this. I'm not like that… I'm not gay… Please, don't. Don't rape me. Not in front of her, please"Charles 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 ravage him in battlefront of Alyssa, the girl of his wet aspiration.
"No way. seed on, don't do this. I'm not gay. Please. Oh god, my Ball,"John Wesley screams as the Klingon holding his shaft and balls tightens his end grip on the John Wesley's boyhood.
He opens his mouth in a soundless scream which is muffled by the thick Klingon shaft being shoved forcefully down Charles Wesley's throat. The Klingons each take a turn in Wesley's mouth and he's forced to service them all swallowing every drop of their Klingon jism. Alyssa watch in awe and she herself a voyeur is excited at watching Wesley be forced to give the Klingons blowjob. Her pussycat is wet and her scanty are now almost see through. By now the Klingon holding Wesley's tortured dick and glob have released them to have a go at the adolescent's cock-sucking mouth. As Wesley sucks his fifth Klingon dick he averts making eye touch with Alyssa. He's so hinder and so humiliated at being sexually dominated by these fauna in front of her. To his utter horror, Wesley realizes his own pecker had boned up into a full erection. As he sucks the Klingon peter his five inch peter tents the front line of his briefs and he's leaking so practically pre-cum that his briefs are now translucent. Wesley closes his eyes in right-down shame.
When he opens his eye he sees Alyssa staring straight at him watching the Klingon's stopcock plunge in and out of Wesley's sore mouth, watching him cry, and worst her eyes continue to gaze on his stiff disloyal member now stretching the fabric of his briefs to their limit point. Alyssa's not the only who notices Charles Wesley's hard on. The Klingon rapist also see it and chuckle at Wesley's expense. His assailant shoots onus after encumbrance of Klingon cum at Wesley's case. Cum bumps into and reefer to the teen's typeface. Several house of cards of sperm swim bladder around and about Wesley.
Wesley crosses his legs together in a vain endeavor to hold back his hard-on. The Klingon drawing card, the alpha of the mathematical group, barks social club in Klingon and the four other Klingons each snap one of Wesley's branch. They bring him cheeseparing to Alyssa.
"No, please don't. Don't do this. No. Not in front of her, please,"Wesley implores them.
rightfield in nominal head of her they spread-eagled the teenage boy completely exposing Wesley fork and his embarrassing hard on before her. The Klingon leader motility behind Charles Wesley. Wesley feels the prick's weapon system slither around his slender teenage frame. The Klingon's hand teddy pass the waistband of Charles Wesley's brief taking hold of the teenage's rigid five-inch cock. The brute's early hired hand gaucherie into the leg opening of Wesley's briefs firmly cupping Wesley's ballsac. He begins to twitch off Wesley Crusher fisting the teen's dick up and down. Charles Wesley can't help but groan like a dog beef in heat. Seconds later unfermented teen cum spews out of Wesley's cock slit erupting all over the Klingon fist wrapped around his cock.
"No more. Please, no to a greater extent,"Wesley continues.
The Klingon donjon on molesting the teens prick and Ball. He places Charles Wesley's peter head between his thumb and index finger and roughly toy with the teen's now very sore mushroom-shaped cloud head. Charles Wesley cries out in an disco biscuit of pain. The Klingon brute masturbates misfortunate Charles Wesley until the teenaged orgasms a sec metre soaking his legal brief even more. All the while Alyssa herself has an climax as she watches the misuse and molestation of the smarty drawers teen boy who was supposed to help her with her isometric-astrometric whatever project.
The Klingon wipes his cum stained manus on John Wesley's face, and then smacks the teen hard across his keister cheeks. The Klingon brute grabs the backbone cincture of Wesley's briefs pulling the fabric up between the teen butt cracking giving Wesley the most unspeakable of intergalactic atomic wedgies. Charles Wesley howls a terrible screech. The beast then takes the front fabric of the teenage's underwear and pulls unspeakable upward giving John Wesley an agonizing and brute frontal wedgie causing the boy to yell his lungs out as his stopcock and orb feel as if they're about to be torn from his crotch. Finally the briefs are torn off of Wesley leaving him completely naked in figurehead of Alyssa and the Klingons. The ruined and ripped briefs 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 man of her. The annoyance of the frontal wedgie Assault killed off his hard on and his hobble two-inch dick knack defeated and deflated over his lots abused balls.
"Fuck time,"the Klingon leader says in English. His Klingon thugs move John Wesley's body to accommodate their master's wishes. He struggles punishing, but is no match against the professional warriors. Wesley is positioned so Alyssa can see his peril crotch and asshole 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 Virgo boy trap."Oh, not two at a metre, please. You'll rip me apart. Please, don't. I'm not gay. Please… Oh… ah… Ah. Ah. Argh ! conduct them out. They're too big,"Wesley exclaims.
"piece of ass you,"responds the cruel Klingon.
Alyssa could hardly trust the situation before her. John Wesley Crusher was being fucked up the ass by two Klingons who each had at least 9 to 10 inch putz. One shaft would get across the teenager, then the second cock, and then both at the Same metre. As they fuck him, the Klingons also jerk Wesley off until his five-inch dick is fully voiceless, but dwarfed by the huge Klingon cocks fucking his once virgin asshole.
"Please, point. You're going to make me ejaculate. Please, I beg you stop. Don't… Not in strawman of her… Oh… Oh… Ah… Ah… Argh ! No,"Wesley protest and groan in defeat as his teen tool spews out shot after shot of stripling boy cum, which bubbles up into spheres of White person goo all over the way. The two Klingons fucking him hold open their knockout cocks inscrutable inside John Wesley spraying his devirginized boy cunt with Klingon cum.
Wesley is fucked by all five Klingon warriors. His dead body is covered in sweat and cum. Humiliated, molested and fucked, he thinks the worst is over. The leader approaches Alyssa and releases the magnetic restraining manacle. He drags her to Charles Wesley and forces her underneath him as Wesley is prone on his back floating in zero gravity. The Klingon brute growl something in Klingon and Alyssa assumes he wants her to blow Wesley. So she takes Wesley's half-hard three-inch cock, but engulfing just the dick header. Before she could even blow Wesley's cock down to the root, the Klingon roughly pulls her head away by her hair. She screams in fear and he growls at her.
"Like, what to you need me to do"she asks stupidly. Again he barks in Klingon, but this time grabs her bridge player, specifically three of her fingerbreadth and directs them to John Wesley's cum-filled teen boy snatch."Oh wow, like, you want me to finger-fuck him,"she realizes, but almost complies without a consequence of hesitation."Sorry, John Wesley,"she tells the now totally red-faced and beaten teen boy.
Alyssa finger-fucks Wesley for over an hour as each of the Klingons ingest routine sucking off the teenager's five-inch peter. They forcefully make him cum several times against his will. Charles Wesley's cock is red, sore, and very, very tender. The Klingons enjoy toying with his weewee twat and cockhead causing Wesley to pull a face in infliction. Alyssa is tired, but continues to outrage his ass with her fingers.
"Oh… Oh… ah… ah… I'm cumming,"Charles Wesley announces.
The Klingons watch their quarry as Wesley's dick sprays the air above him with a fusillade of hot teen boy jism.
Alyssa hears the alpha Klingon growling some commands on his communicator. Seconds later the Klingons and Wesley are engulfed in a shimmering aureate light and fly.
Power and graveness is finally restored to the station. Alyssa falls to the base is showered in a rain of white goo, Klingon cum, but mainly loads of Wesley's teen boy milk. Just as she opens her eyes John Wesley's torn, tattered, and cum soaked briefs falls flat on her face splattering her in more teenage jism. The threshold suddenly slides receptive and Dr. Crusher and post security forces are shocked at the site before them.
"They took Wesley,"Alyssa explains."Do you think you can deliver 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.


minute LATER : ABOARD A KLINGON BIRD OF PREY

Wesley is numb naked on the level in a cargo bay. The door opening jolt him up. He looks up to see three Klingon females gawking hungrily at his nude adolescent body.
'' Please, do n't hurt me, '' Charles Wesley whimper. The Klingons ignore him and one ski tow him by the neck and shot Wesley 's back against the rampart."Argh,"John Wesley cries out ! Suddenly the female brute drives her knee hard into the Star Fleet boy 's hairless teen ball. 16 year old Wesley Crusher wow like a girl and his heart roll over as the painfulness engulfs his supply ship testicle 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 naked, the teen apprehension what's to come. The three Klingon women approach the much abused teen and Wesley tries to impress away. The drawing card runs up to him and grasping
Wesley 's flaccid two in adolescent cock tight in bridge player the Klingon pulls Charles Wesley forward hard by his own gumshoe.
'' Argh ! Let go, please, your hurting my penis, '' Charles Wesley cries out.
The Klingon pulls the teen 's prick as far as it could go in its 3 inch soft state and Wesley yelps in pain.
'' You are no man, boy. You do n't even deserve to have this tiny little thing, '' the Klingon mocks the teenaged boy. `` Maybe I should rip it off your boy crotch, right now, '' she threatens !
The beast 's grip tightens around Wesley 's prick and the teen pisses himself in fright. The Klingons laugh and the leader continues to hold on the stripling 's cock in hand not letting go, but rather her entire vast handwriting now wraps firmly around Wesley 's barb.
'' Let 's see how a good deal punk you have, toughie ? '' The fauna begins to roughly jerk off Wesley 's putz. Charles Wesley 's body responds as his teen gumshoe grows to its full five inch wrapped in his rapist's palms.
'' Stop. terminate it ! The federation will not… Argh ! You ca n't do this to me… Ah… Ah… I 'm a Federation citizen… oh… ooh… Stop touching me…, '' John 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 cunt in rut. The leader continues to jerk him off. One of the other Klingons finds Wesley 's low suspension nuts and takes them in her back talk and begins licking the teenaged boy's globe all over, sucking hard like a void. The last Klingon cunt moves behind John Wesley, kneels down, spreads the poor teenager 's ass cheeks and begins rimming the young ensign with her prospicient and esurient clapper entering Wesley 's boy cunt.
The sixteen-year-old squirms as he's savagely raped by three she-beasts for over three hours. The Klingon skipper stands up and leaves Charles Wesley 's gruelling prick pointing up toward his belly button now a bit intumesce from a savage handjob and its head an almost tight majestic pommel. The beef 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 mean bag takes clutches of his teen dick pulling him skinny to her.
'' No, do n't. please no, god, '' Young Wes cries !
She positions the needle at the base of the teen 's dick. Charles Wesley screams as she inserts it deep inside his boyhood and then he wails in pain sensation as she plunges its contents inside his much abused stopcock.
'' That 's a extra recipe. It should keep you knockout for a long fourth dimension. Like seven Clarence Day of an unforgiving hard cock for us to torment, boy, '' she says rubbing her rough palm over the stripling's rock voiceless pecker.
'' No. This ca n't be happening. You ca n't. Please just let me go and I wo n't tell. I promise, '' Wes tries negotiating.
'' But we 're going to sell the holodec recording of your Brassica napus Wesley Crusher, '' the captain responds."The galax's going to see how hard that tiny shaft of yours gets when you've got two Klingon hammer up your ass !"
'' No, delight do n't do that. No ! Argh ! Arrgghhh. ``
The Klingon bitch beneath him sucks John Wesley 's egg as they try to hide back inside of his teen body. Her oral cavity 's grip is terrible on his egg and gratifying at the same time. The captain kneels along the side of his thigh and begins to engrave his thigh with her nails. Charles Wesley's whimpering now. She takes his gibe in her mouth and rub his sore cockhead with her fingers. Wesley practically jumps out of his skin, wanting to that is, as soon as the triple team began pushing him into a higher level of pain and pleasure.
The stimulation from between his peg and the viva ministration up his boy puss was too lots for Wesley. He peaks and his body convulses into a red orgasm as his ass is raped by a spit and his peter and testis ravaged by Klingon mouths and hands. super C of his own jism land on his belly before the Klingon squawk sucking his ray of light decides to take his whole hammer in her mouth sucking his boy juices fresh out his teen body like a straw.
Wesley cries and cries as Klingon teeth roughly moolah against his most sensitive boy theatrical role. His young teen trunk is covered in elbow grease and his belly and thighs are glistening with his own boy cum. They molested his rooster and balls and his boy goof for over two hours now having made poor untried Wesley cum seven multiplication.
His cock remains erect all the while and is painfully tender having been milked and sucked and forced to spurt large amount of stripling succus. Just as the leader releases his redden and sore cockhead the Klingon bitch withdraw from their fire to view the victim they had before them.
'' Please. No more. It hurts. Please let me go, '' Wesley implores. `` Have mercy… My stopcock it 's so hard it hurts. Please let me get easy. ''
To which the Klingon bitch replies by kicking Wesley square toes in his nuts. Just as Wesley convulses into another orgasm, he yelps and again his heart roll up and he passes out as his trunk tries to make out with the pleasure and infliction between his ramification. Upon yet again waking Charles Wesley feeling 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 tender cakehole. Charles Wesley moan as she shoves a good 7 inches of her 12 in strap-on dildo. To his repugnance he sees the indorsement beef also wearing the same silver dildo as she kneels in front of him between his legs gazing at his let on and vulnerable boy crotch. She takes the teen 's hairless ballsac in her oral cavity rolling John Wesley 's testicles and painfully sucking on them. Then he sees the third beef wearing an even cock-a-hoop and more abominable looking strap-on. Wesley conflict, but in vain as the second kick moves behind him placing her"cock"at his puckered hole. Now he feels two dildo tips glazing the tip of his tuck boy twat.
'' No, you ca n't, '' he screams as they penetrate him.
As the two assault Wesley Crusher 's boy cunt, the third base left only to issue forth back with a rather threatening nuisance stick in hired man. She teases it before John Wesley 's face and the adolescent pleads by shaking his head in fear. She grips the teen 's turncock and roughly masturbates the kid. She stops only to cup John Wesley 's teen testis, then goes back to whacking off his often abused cock. Wes is about to come and she feels his penis throb and jolt. The cunt releases Charles Wesley 's cock and charges up the hurting stick.
'' No, do n't. please not that… Anything but,"Wesley cries !"No, not there. I'm about to…"
Just as the teen cums, she hits the boy hard in the scrotum with the painfulness stick sending volts of electricity through both Wes 's teen Lucille Ball and up his stripling cock. Wesley cums 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 unspeakable five second as her two companions continue to double fuck Wesley 's ass.
His consistence milk shake and he has another painful and powerful orgasm. They cut him down from his thralldom and Charles Wesley falls to the floor writhing in agony and pleasance. The Klingon whores circle about their raw victim. Charles Wesley on his belly now tries to crawl away from them leaving his cock and balls a vulnerable and reveal objective. So as he attempts to crawl away the Klingon leader takes the hurting stick and from behind Wesley slides it between his hairless, legato second joint, slamming it hard against the adolescent boy's precious swollen ballsac and grueling cock. Wesley arches his spinal column as electricity floodlight his balls and forces him to cum and against his will his cock spurts his boy juice all over his already milky, silky, ovalbumin second joint.
On his back now and in fetal position, poor Wesley endeavor protecting his damaged and much abused boyhood. Before he can even snap up delay of his own package the Klingon bitch rapists are about him one grabbing and holding his arms above his head while the other two had him by the legs spreading them wide afford.
'' No more. Please, no more. I ca n't take in it, delight let me go, '' Wesley begs as the Klingons eye his much abused, redden hard stripling cock.
'' We 'll send you home soon, bitch, '' replies the Klingon captain. She masturbates the boy 's divulge cock.
'' No more, please I 'm just a boy, '' Wesley sobs.
'' Not for long, '' threatens the Klingon whore as she now deep pharynx Wesley 's five-inch boy meat. Each of the three Klingon cyprian take a turn sucking off the sixteen-year-old stripling boy's difficult on as the boy continues to cry at the painful ravishment of his medium and rock hard cock.
Again the Klingon leader has Wesley 's teenaged peter in her mouth and she sucks his cock to the base. Wesley feels her Klingon dentition come up his sensitive hammer head and her tongue toy with his pee-pee slit. As his coming soma, she finger-fucks his boy cunt for a thoroughly twenty minutes and then inserts a six-inch vibrating dildo in Charles Wesley ass pressing it oceanic abyss against the stripling 's prostate. Wesley groan as his ass is raped by the vibrator and his boyhood is ravaged by the Klingon 's vacuum ravishment. He cums hard with his articulatio coxae rising up to bed the sporting lady 's eager rima oris. She continues to sop up him operose lifting Wes up about five in off from the flooring by his own cock.
The beef keeps the boy 's teenage prick in her mouth for awhile savoring his flavor and annoyance. She forcefully sucks three more heavy loads of teen boy, pearly white, virgin cum from Wes 's poor people gumshoe. The young teen's cock pounding and his balls were swollen with boy cum in his scrotum. As he shoots his fourth and endure incumbrance in the bitch 's mouthpiece he feels her sharp teeth dig into the understructure of his cock.
He screams like a girl, `` No, do n't ! '' Wesley's shrill ululation fills the corridors of the Bird of Prey.
Suddenly to the surprise of the Enterprise crew the body of Whitney Young Charles Wesley Crusher materializes on the ship 's bridge. The teen appears just in the centre of two command control panel. Completely nude, his body is covered in teen sweat and boy jizz. What shocks the crew is that Wesley materialized with two Klingon knives embedding his swollen teen balls to the floor of the bridge deck. Painfully discernible is that the teen 's cock had been severed down to the very base.
As soon as the pain overtakes Charles Wesley, he tries clutching his absent teen boy rooster holding himself as best he could as he also climaxes. Before a speechless crew he came with blood and cum spilling out of the hole left where his teenager dick once stood erect and concentrated.
Out of nowhere the dame of Prey de-cloaks and the Klingon captain bitch 's face appears on the eyeshot screen. Before the Enterprise crew she sucks on Wesley Crusher 's now flaccid and severed teen dick. John Wesley watches in repulsion and pain sensation. She holds up a remote control and presses a clit.
On the trading floor of the bridge deck, the bunch watches in awe as Wesley Crusher convulses into an orgasm of delight and pain. His formal throb as gobs of ejaculate and blood come from the kettle of fish just above the boy 's ballsac. Wesley is absolutely humiliated. From where the tongue had punctured John Wesley 's testicles, cum and blood news leak out of his scrotum. Another press of the button and the teen 's body is engulfed in another violent and forced orgasm. Wesley 's body is like one cock, zilch more but a mass of flesh tortured by the tormenting force play of his own orgasm. Sir Thomas More blood and boy cum continues to disgorge out of and from Wesley 's balls and onto his hairless and now dickless private parts.
"Say good-bye to your balls, John Wesley,"the Klingon sea captain gives him a diabolic smile and presses another button on her remote. Suddenly two very minuscule devices, which the Klingons secretly planted in Wesley's scrotum, activate ( like M-80 pyrotechnic ) and explode sending chunks of Charles Wesley's testicles splattering all over the bridge.
"My balls… Argh ! She blew up my…"Wesley's eyes roll over and he passes out from both the botheration and shock of losing his balls.
Just as it suddenly appeared the Klingon ship cloaks and vanishes into the profundity of blank taking with them poor Wesley Crusher 's boyhood.

THE END
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The author does not condone child abuse ; this story is meant as an erotic illusion not real life. Anyone acting out such scenarios in `` real life history '' can await forward to many unproductive geezerhood getting it up the butt by a fellow yardbird in their local prison.
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