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John Wesley CRUSHER'S PAINFUL ORDEAL WITH THE KLINGONS

DEEP SPACE 7 - 09:00 HRS : Charles Wesley Crusher woke up in the morning with his heavily five-inch prick along with his hairless bollock sticking out of the leg opening of his tight ovalbumin legal brief. He'd gotten accustomed to wearing nothing but his underwear in bed and walking around their quarters since his mother was often away in the morning to afternoon hour conducting research. She had taken a leave-taking of absence from the go-ahead to work on some highly classified advertisement project with a crevice team of Starfleet scientists on oceanic abyss Space 7, which was just outside the border of Klingon outer space orbiting the satellite Arachnis. Wesley came along for the change of atmosphere.
John Wesley gets out of bed and lets his morning forest lead the way into the living room area. Making his way into the animation room he wipes away morning time sleep from his eyes with the back of his hired hand. As his hatful adjusted, he's surprised to find Lt. Commander Natasha Kaczynski, a fellow of his mother's, standing there holding one of Dr. Crusher's data pads.
"hullo, Charles Wesley. You're mom asked me to miss by and find fault up her information pad and ... Oh my goodness,"she exclaims as she stares directly at the teenager's hard dick sticking out of his briefs !
Wesley standstill still ineffective to move. He's too bedaze and overtaken with embarrassment. His face reddens like an orchard apple tree, and then he quickly moves to cover his engorged tool with his men. Yet he's still shocked at being caught practically naked with his teen cock completely opened to her view. He stands glacial like a cervid before the head lightness of an on-coming car.
There's a sense of domination in her eye. Natasha places the data pad on the coffee table, walks up to Wesley, and grabbing his workforce she pulls them away from his crotch exposing the adolescent's morning glory.
"Let me see, Wesley,"she asks not really caring about his modestness or response. Wesley is at a departure for words. She kneels down and without even asking him she starts sucking his stiff prick. Seconds later he erupts into orgasm shooting several lode of creamy teen boy cum into her mouth. She swallows every drop and continues sucking even after Wesley's dick had gone flaccid. He collapses on the couch, but Natasha falls with him with her rima oris still engulfing his dick.
He tries to pull away from her as her aggressive suction has become painfully nervus killing, his rooster being ever so sensitive after cumming.
"I want some more,"she demands.
Against his will Wesley's dick hardens wrapped in her hired hand. She jerks him off gripping his cock painfully hard.
"I can't. Please stay. My ah ... My penis. It's very medium after I ejaculate,"John Wesley manages.
"I don't care,"she responds. Her sass take clutches of his cockhead and the early pleasure Wesley had suddenly becomes a imperativeness of ecstatic pain. She sucks him to the root. He moans uncontrollably and again within instant John Wesley shoots off in her mouth 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 right up in a few minute,"Natasha responds calmly.
She leaves a very exhausted, used and step Charles Wesley Crusher sitting asleep and splayed out on a couch with his limp teen dick and sagging globe still hanging out of his briefs.
Wesley wakes up arcminute after Lt. Kaczynski had left. The woman had practically raped his pecker. Molested and forced him to cum twice. He'd enjoyed his first intimate experience with a woman, but felt ashamed at his being so forcefully taken like he was a girl. He's supposed to be the man, the one in control Wesley mentation, but the second fourth dimension she sucked him off really pain. The teen notices his sore and saliva covered turncock. Man was she jolting. He gets up, removes his underclothes, and capitulum into the bathroom to shower.
After showering sportsmanlike Wesley takings to the common area completely au naturel. He picks up the briefs he had worn and realizes not a dip of his cum was on it. Lt. Kaczynski had swallowed every dead reckoning of his jism. He dumps his practice underwear in the toilet bond.
Just as he starts walking off to his room to get dressed the computer calls out a message,"incoming transmittal for Wesley Crusher."Wesley walks over to the video communicating screen."Accept,"he tells the computer. The visual of a passably blond-haired girl about Wesley's age appears on the monitor.
"Hey, Wes. It's like Alyssa. We're supposed to work on that isosceles or isometric projection thingy for course today, remember,"the girl says smiling at him on the screen. Alyssa is the young lady Wesley has had the hots for in his class. She had big teat and perky bosom to match her perky spaced out personality, but definitely not the lustrous electric-light bulb shining in the known galax. Since he arrived at the station he had to be measured not to pop a blooper in the slim fitting grey leotards he wore. It suddenly dawns on him that he's in the altogether naked. His face suddenly blushes red. Did she see me naked he thinks to himself ? He moves nearer to the Monitor so that she can only see him from the berm up. Wes notices her eyes draw in downward realizing she was thinking the Lapp opinion : 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 snot know-all brat.
"Like, whatever. I just need to really exercise hard to get a passing play grade or I'll fail. I really need your service, Wesley,"she flutters her optic at him and he melts like butter shoved up his virgin butt."Are you prepare ? Can I come over now ?"
"Sure, just feed me a few instant to straighten up the space,"Wes replies covering his genitalia 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 help try and get a peek below Wesley's shoulder joint hoping he would trip-up or gloam farther back from the CRT screen accidentally exposing his nakedness to her. The transmission system closed and Charles Wesley was left standing with his dick chubbing up to a semi hard on.
Minutes later John 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 clean distich of Andrew D. 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 planet Arachnis the USS Milky Way was the solely ship currently assigned to guard and protect deep place 7. In the dingy abyss of blank three pocket-size almost insignificant egg of light seem to have sparked out of wind. They catch Wesley's attention as they catch up in velocity and luminousness heading toward the lone starship. He pauses with just one foot inside the leg orifice of his legal brief and relocation closer to the window.
bit later the USS Milky Way explodes into a monolithic ball of visible radiation. Wesley's elbow room and the integral space station are rocked by the massive explosion. He's knocked back by the powerful Energy wave exerted by the ship's demolition. mass forefront and debris hurl at Deep outer space 7 like a shooting star violent storm. Charles Wesley gets up just in clock time to see that the station's cuticle have also been breached. The window in his room has spidery wisecrack. Suddenly the spyglass shatters and John Wesley has just enough time to jump out of his room. He catches a coup d'oeil of his Second Earl Grey tights and everything in his elbow room sucked out into the vacuum of space as the security door to his room closing curtain. The spyglass windows in the commons room seem intact.
"information processing system, seal off windows,"Wesley immediately decree. Reinforced metal slowly blankets the field glass. He realizes he's still naked, but somehow his briefs thankfully were still wrapped around one of his legs. Wesley slips them on. He tries contacting his mother on the com, but it appears all communication is being jammed.
Another loud explosion rocks the station. Suddenly the entire station loses solemnity and Charles Wesley finds himself floating in a zero solemnity environment. Out of the blue angel a Klingon warrior materializes behind Wesley. He turns around surprised, dash and defenseless. Charles Wesley is very hinder to be caught naked except for his brief and instinctively covers his crotch with his script. He notices the Klingon wearing solemnity boots.
"Klingons… but the Federation and Klingons have a peace treaty and…,"Wesley doesn't have a hazard to finish his condemnation. The Klingon warrior smacking him backbreaking across the face pushing the shocked teen a few feet away hovering on his spine. The wildcat starts walking toward him.
intellection fast Charles Wesley kicks out with his bare ft and catches the Klingon second power in the face, which also propels John Wesley closer to the room access. The warrior swears at the teen in Klingon. John Wesley is almost at the door when unexpectedly another Klingon materializes in front of him blocking the teen boy's escape cock. The 2nd warrior immediately shoves John Wesley hard in the pectus pushing him back into the center of the room. Stunned, Wesley doesn't realize his consistency 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 boldness, walks up between Wesley's splayed out legs. The man grabs a handle of Wesley's prick and clod through the flimsy fabric of the teen's underclothing. He captures the teenager's private parts in his fist and squeezes hard.
"My balls. Oh no… My dick… My orchis. Please. full stop,"Wesley quickly curls up into fetal lieu as he pleads. The Klingon wildcat smirks at Charles 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 doorway to the elbow room slides open. Alyssa floating in zero sombreness pulls herself into the way."Wesley, are you okay ? I like think the station 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 billet of seeing geeky boy Wesley Crusher being dominated and manhandled by them.
"Sorry, Wesley,"she yells as she turns to decamp out !
She makes to run away, but is cut off by another Klingon who roughs her up a bit. She struggles, but he swiftly strips her clothes off until she is bare except for a lacey dyad of lily-white panties and bra. Her boobs are practically spilling out of her bra and her pubes are practically seeable through the almost transparent panties. The Klingon places restraining cuffs on her hands, which he raises above her question, and activates it magnetizing the cuffs to the wall. She seems quite secure and helpless. Alyssa shifts her stage up in a vain attempt to incubate up her modesty, but it seems the Klingons are not too interested with her. They all jest at her and at Wesley.
"Please don't hurt her. Don't… Don't rape 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 egg. The manlike Klingons surround Wesley as his body floats helplessly in zero gravity. They unzip their gasp producing five pair of 9 to 10 inch of raw and unadulterated thick Klingon cocks. The Klingon drawing card grab Wesley by the haircloth and pushes Wes'face to his crotch and says something in Klingon which Wesley understood to be"SUCK !"
Wesley turns his head away from the 10-inch Klingon rooster whose owner slaps Charles 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"John 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 of Alyssa, the young lady of his wet dreaming.
"No way. Come on, don't do this. I'm not gay. Please. Oh god, my chunk,"Charles Wesley screams as the Klingon holding his gumshoe and balls tightens his death hold on the Wesley's boyhood.
He opens his mouth in a silent shriek which is muffled by the thick Klingon shaft being shoved forcefully down Charles Wesley's throat. The Klingons each take a bout in Wesley's lip and he's forced to service them all swallowing every drop of their Klingon jism. Alyssa lookout in awe and she herself a Peeping Tom is excited at watching Wesley be forced to cave in the Klingons blowjob. Her pussy is wet and her scanty are now almost see through. By now the Klingon holding Charles Wesley's tortured gumshoe and balls have released them to have a go at the teenager's cock-sucking lip. As Wesley sucks his fifth Klingon cock he averts making eye contact with Alyssa. He's so humiliated and so humiliated at being sexually dominated by these beasts in nominal head of her. To his dead horror, Wesley realizes his own dick had boned up into a wide erecting. As he sucks the Klingon cock his five column inch shaft tents the front of his Jockey shorts and he's leaking so a lot pre-cum that his brief are now translucent. Wesley closes his eyes in absolute shame.
When he opens his eyes he sees Alyssa staring straight at him watching the Klingon's putz plunge in and out of John Wesley's sore mouth, watching him cry, and worst her middle continue to gaze on his stiff unpatriotic fellow member now stretching the cloth of his Jockey shorts to their point of accumulation. Alyssa's not the only who notices John Wesley's gruelling on. The Klingon rapists also see it and chuckle at Wesley's expense. His assailant shoots lode after load of Klingon cum at Charles Wesley's side. Cum bumps into and pin to the teenage's look. Several bubbles of spermatozoon ice-cream float around and about John Wesley.
Wesley crosses his pegleg together in a vain attack to hold in his erection. The Klingon leader, the alpha of the radical, barks orders in Klingon and the four other Klingons each grab one of John Wesley's tree branch. They bring him closer to Alyssa.
"No, please don't. Don't do this. No. Not in front line of her, please,"John Wesley implores them.
Right in front of her they spread-eagled the teen boy completely exposing Wesley crotch and his embarrassing hard on before her. The Klingon leader moves behind Wesley. Wesley feels the mother fucker's subdivision slither around his slender teenage human body. The Klingon's hired hand miscue pass the waistband of John Wesley's briefs taking detention of the adolescent's rigid five-inch cock. The brute's former mitt slips into the leg initiative of Wesley's briefs firmly cupping Wesley's ballsac. He begins to hitch off Wesley Crusher fisting the adolescent's gumshoe up and down. Wesley can't aid but moan like a dog bitch in heating system. Seconds later fresh teen cum spews out of Wesley's cock slit erupting all over the Klingon fist wrapped around his dick.
"No more. Please, no Thomas More,"Wesley continues.
The Klingon donjon on molesting the teenager cock and balls. He places Wesley's cock head between his thumb and exponent fingerbreadth and roughly miniature with the teen's now very tender mushroom caput. Wesley cries out in an ecstasy of botheration. The Klingon beast masturbates pitiable Wesley until the adolescent orgasms a mo clip soaking his briefs even more. All the patch Alyssa herself has an coming as she watches the abuse and molestation of the smarty pants stripling boy who was supposed to help oneself her with her isometric-astrometric whatever project.
The Klingon wipes his cum stained hands on Wesley's face, and then smacks the teen surd across his keister cheeks. The Klingon wildcat grabs the rearwards waistband of Wesley's Jockey shorts pulling the fabric up between the adolescent butt crack giving Wesley the most painful of intergalactic atomic wedgies. Charles Wesley howls a irritating scream. The savage then takes the front fabric of the teenage's underwear and pulls awful upward giving Wesley an agonizing and brutal frontal wedgie causing the boy to yell his lungs out as his cock and clump 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 social movement of Alyssa and the Klingons. The undone and ripped briefs float very close to Alyssa's face and she can smell the adolescent boy juice that was freshly and forcefully milked from poor Wesley Crusher. She stares at him crying in front of her. The pain in the ass of the frontal wedgie assault killed off his hard on and his limp two-inch dick bent defeated and deflated over his lots abused balls.
"fucking time,"the Klingon drawing card says in side. His Klingon goon move Wesley's consistence to accommodate their master's wishing. He struggles hard, but is no couple against the pro warriors. Charles Wesley is positioned so Alyssa can see his queer genital organ and son of a bitch 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 sentence, delight. You'll rip me apart. Please, don't. I'm not gay. Please… Oh… ah… Ah. Ah. Argh ! deal them out. They're too big,"John Wesley exclaims.
"Fuck you,"responds the cruel Klingon.
Alyssa could hardly believe the site before her. John 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 get through the teenager, then the 2d cock, and then both at the Same metre. As they fuck him, the Klingons also jerk Wesley off until his five-inch peter is fully hard, but dwarfed by the huge Klingon cocks fucking his once Virgo shit.
"Please, stop. You're going to make me ejaculate. Please, I beg you stop. Don't… Not in front line of her… Oh… Oh… Ah… Ah… Argh ! No,"John Wesley protestation and moan in defeat as his teen prick spews out shot after injection of teen boy cum, which bubbles up into spheres of white goo all over the room. The two Klingons fucking him keep their hard tool bass inside Wesley spraying his devirginized boy twat with Klingon cum.
Wesley is fucked by all five Klingon warriors. His body is covered in sweat and cum. Humiliated, molested and fucked, he thinks the mop up is over. The leader approaches Alyssa and releases the magnetic restraining cuffs. He drags her to Wesley and forces her underneath him as Wesley is prone on his back floating in zero gravity. The Klingon creature growling something in Klingon and Alyssa assumes he wants her to blow Wesley. So she takes John Wesley's half-hard three-inch stopcock, but engulfing just the prick principal. Before she could even nurse Wesley's tool down to the source, the Klingon roughly pulls her head away by her hair. She screams in fright 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 script, 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 present moment of faltering."Sorry, Wesley,"she tells the now totally red and trounce teenager boy.
Alyssa finger-fucks Wesley for over an hour as each of the Klingons assume turns sucking off the teenaged's five-inch cock. They forcefully make him cum several times against his will. Wesley's cock is red, sore, and very, very sensitive. The Klingons enjoy toying with his piss slit and cockhead causing Wesley to grimace in pain. Alyssa is tired, but continues to rape his ass with her digit.
"Oh… Oh… ah… ah… I'm cumming,"Charles Wesley announces.
The Klingons watch their prey as Wesley's dick sprays the air above him with a burst of hot teen boy jism.
Alyssa hears the alpha Klingon growl some dictation on his communicator. Seconds later the Klingons and John Wesley are engulfed in a shimmering golden light and vanish.
superpower and sombreness is finally restored to the station. Alyssa falls to the storey is showered in a rain of white goo, Klingon cum, but mainly heaps of Wesley's adolescent boy Milk River. Just as she opens her eyes Wesley's torn, tattered, and cum soaked Jockey shorts falls flat on her face splattering her in more adolescent jism. The door suddenly slides open and Dr. Crusher and station security personnel are shocked at the site before them.
"They took Charles Wesley,"Alyssa explains."Do you think you can rescue him in time so he can help me with our isometric thing-a-ma-jig,"she inquires as she wipes the cum off of her hair.


hours LATER : ABOARD A KLINGON doll OF prey

John Wesley is asleep naked on the floor in a cargo bay. The door opening jounce him up. He looks up to see three Klingon females gawking hungrily at his naked adolescent body.
'' Please, do n't hurt me, '' Wesley whine. The Klingons ignore him and one raising him by the cervix and gibe Wesley 's back against the wall."Argh,"Wesley cries out ! Suddenly the female beast drives her stifle knockout into the Star Fleet boy 's hairless stripling clump. Sixteen yr old Wesley Crusher howler like a girl and his centre roll over as the pain engulfs his stamp ball and he passes out.
When John Wesley again wakes up he sees that he's still raw and now tied up along the ships bulk heads and baulk. He's still exhausted and being spread-eagled and naked, the stripling dreads what's to get. The three Klingon fair sex approach the much abused teen and Wesley effort to actuate away. The leader runs up to him and grasping
Wesley 's flaccid two in teen dick tight in hand the Klingon pulls Wesley forward hard by his own dick.
'' Argh ! Let go, delight, your hurting my penis, '' Wesley cries out.
The Klingon pulls the teen 's prick as far as it could go in its 3 inch diffused commonwealth and Wesley yelp in pain.
'' You are no man, boy. You do n't even merit to hold this bantam little thing, '' the Klingon mocks the adolescent boy. `` Maybe I should rip it off your boy privates, right now, '' she threatens !
The savage 's handle tightens around John Wesley 's pecker and the stripling pisses himself in fear. The Klingons laughter and the leader continues to grasp the teenager 's prick in hand not letting go, but rather her entire huge hand now wraps firmly around Wesley 's shaft.
'' Let 's see how lots spunk you have, spunk ? '' The savage begins to roughly buck off John Wesley 's dick. Wesley 's organic structure responds as his teen cock grows to its broad five inches wrapped in his raper's palms.
'' occlusion. stop over it ! The confederacy will not… Argh ! You ca n't do this to me… Ah… Ah… I 'm a Federation citizen… oh… ooh… halt touching me…, '' Wesley pleads.
Poor John 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 barbarous Klingon beef in passion. The leader continues to flick him off. One of the other Klingons finds Charles Wesley 's low hanging ballock and takes them in her mouth and begins licking the teenaged boy's balls all over, sucking hard like a vacuum. The finish Klingon gripe move behind Charles Wesley, kneels down, spreads the piteous teenager 's ass cheek and begins rimming the Brigham Young ensign with her long and voracious tongue 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 senior pilot stands up and leaves Wesley 's hard tool pointing up toward his belly button now a bit well up from a brutal handjob and its head an almost mean purpurate pommel. The beef comes back to Wesley 's exposed stripling genitals. She has an antiquated syringe with her and Wesley conflict to get away from her, but again her mean grip takes time lag of his teen putz pulling him close-fitting to her.
'' No, do n't. please no, god, '' Loretta Young Wes cries !
She military position the acerate leaf at the radix of the stripling 's stopcock. Wesley howler as she inserts it thick inside his boyhood and then he wails in pain as she plunges its contents inside his much abused turncock.
'' That 's a peculiar recipe. It should keep you hard for a tenacious time. Like seven days of an brutal hard cock for us to torture, boy, '' she says rubbing her rough medallion over the stripling's rock hard cock.
'' No. This ca n't be happening. You ca n't. Please just let me go and I wo n't tell. I promise, '' Wes tries negotiating.
'' But we 're going to sell the holodec recording of your rape Wesley Crusher, '' the captain responds."The galaxy's going to see how hard that tiny putz of yours gets when you've got two Klingon cocks up your ass !"
'' No, delight do n't do that. No ! Argh ! Arrgghhh. ``
The Klingon bitch beneath him sucks Wesley 's Lucille Ball as they try to hide back inside of his teenager trunk. Her mouth 's grip is terrible on his testicles and pleasurable at the same meter. The master kneels along the slope of his thigh and begins to scratch 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 level of painfulness and pleasance.
The foreplay from between his legs and the oral succor up his boy twat was too a good deal for Charles Wesley. He peaks and his torso convulses into a trigger-happy orgasm as his ass is raped by a tongue and his cock and balls ravaged by Klingon oral fissure and hands. super acid of his own jism land on his belly before the Klingon bitch sucking his barb decides to take his all cock in her mouth sucking his boy juice fresh out his teenaged body like a straw.
Charles Wesley cries and shout as Klingon teeth roughly scratches against his most sensitive boy component. His untested teen body is covered in perspiration and his belly and thighs are glistening with his own boy cum. They molested his cock and balls and his boy twat for over two hours now having made poor Pres Young Wesley cum seven times.
His tool remains erect all the while and is painfully raw having been milked and sucked and forced to spurt large amounts of adolescent juice. Just as the leader releases his redden and sore cockhead the Klingon gripe withdraw from their attack to regard the victim they had before them.
'' Please. No more. It hurts. Please let me go, '' Wesley implores. `` Have mercy… My tool it 's so grueling it hurts. Please let me get delicate. ''
To which the Klingon bitch answer by kicking Wesley second power in his orchis. Just as Wesley convulses into another orgasm, he yelps and again his eyes roll up and he passes out as his eubstance tries to cope with the joy and pain in the ass between his legs. Upon yet again waking Charles Wesley feels something immense and cold shoved up his asshole. He looks behind him to see one Klingon kick smiling back at him as she fucks his tender hole. Wesley groan as she shoves a good 7 column inch of her 12 inch strap-on dildo. To his horror he sees the 2d bitch also wearing the Same atomic number 47 dildo as she kneels in front of him between his legs gazing at his reveal and vulnerable boy genital organ. She takes the teen 's hairless ballsac in her mouth rolling Wesley 's testicle and painfully sucking on them. Then he sees the tierce cunt wearing an even bigger and more awful looking strap-on. Wesley battle, but in vain as the 2nd bitch relocation behind him placing her"hammer"at his puckered cakehole. Now he feels two dildo tips glazing the tip of his puckered boy twat.
'' No, you ca n't, '' he screams as they penetrate him.
As the two rape Wesley Crusher 's boy cunt, the 3rd left only to come back with a rather threatening painful sensation stick in hired man. She teases it before Charles Wesley 's face and the adolescent pleads by shaking his head in awe. She grips the stripling 's hammer and roughly masturbates the kid. She stops only to cup Wesley 's stripling nut, then goes back to whacking off his much maltreat cock. Wes is about to come and she feels his penis throb and jerk. The bitch releases Wesley 's cock and charges up the pain control stick.
'' No, do n't. Please not that… Anything but,"Wesley outcry !"No, not there. I'm about to…"
Just as the teen cums, she hits the boy hard in the scrotum with the nuisance get sending volts of electricity through both Wes 's teenager balls and up his teen rooster. Wesley cums splattering some of his own jizz on his grimace and chest. The bitch keeps the pain stick pressed up against his boyhood for a good and painful five minutes as her two fellow traveller continue to double fuck Wesley 's ass.
His body handclasp and he has another abominable and sinewy orgasm. They cut him down from his slavery and Wesley falls to the storey writhing in agony and pleasure. The Klingon prostitute circle about their au naturel dupe. Wesley on his belly now tries to crawl away from them leaving his putz and balls a vulnerable and exposed target area. So as he attempts to crawl away the Klingon drawing card takes the annoyance reefer and from behind Wesley slides it between his hairless, liquid thighs, slamming it hard against the teen boy's cherished swollen ballsac and hard peter. Wesley arches his spine as electricity floods his orchis and force out him to cum and against his will his cock spurts his boy succus all over his already milky, silky, gabardine thighs.
On his back now and in foetal position, pitiable John Wesley endeavor protecting his damaged and much abused boyhood. Before he can even catch detention of his own software system the Klingon bitch rapists are about him one grabbing and holding his weapon system above his head while the other two had him by the branch spreading them wide open.
'' No more. Please, no more. I ca n't take it, please let me go, '' Wesley begs as the Klingons eye his much abused, flush hard teen dick.
'' We 'll send you home soon, bitch, '' replies the Klingon master. She masturbates the boy 's exposed cock.
'' No more, please I 'm just a boy, '' Charles Wesley sobs.
'' Not for long, '' threatens the Klingon whore as she now deep pharynx Charles Wesley 's five-inch boy meat. Each of the three Klingon whores take a number sucking off the sixteen-year-old adolescent boy's surd on as the boy continues to cry at the painful Assault of his sensitive and shake gruelling cock.
Again the Klingon loss leader has Wesley 's teen dick in her sass and she sucks his shaft to the root. Wesley feels her Klingon tooth scratch his medium cock question and her glossa toy with his make water slit. As his orgasm shape, she finger-fucks his boy cunt for a undecomposed XX minutes and then inserts a six-inch vibrating dildo in Wesley ass pressing it trench against the teen 's prostate. Charles Wesley moans as his ass is raped by the vibrator and his boyhood is ravaged by the Klingon 's vacuum cleaner assault. He cums heavily with his hips rising up to fuck the whore 's eager mouth. She continues to suck him knockout lifting Wes up about five inches off from the floor by his own cock.
The bitch keeps the boy 's teen cock in her lip for awhile savoring his flavor and pain. She forcefully sucks three more with child lots of teen boy, pearly egg white, virgin cum from Wes 's poor shaft. The offspring teen's rooster throbbing and his nut were swollen with boy cum in his scrotum. As he shoots his one-quarter and last load in the bitch 's backtalk he feels her sharp-worded tooth dig into the base of his dick.
He screams like a miss, `` No, do n't ! '' Wesley's shrill howl fills the corridors of the razz of Prey.
Suddenly to the surprise of the Enterprise crew the body of untested Charles Wesley Crusher materializes on the ship 's bridge. The teen appears just in the middle of two control panels. Completely naked, his dead body is covered in adolescent sweat and boy jizz. What shocks the gang is that Wesley materialized with two Klingon knives embedding his swollen teen balls to the floor of the bridge. Painfully evident is that the teen 's cock had been severed down to the very base.
As soon as the pain overtakes 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 teen prick once stood erect and hard.
Out of nowhere the Bird of Prey de-cloaks and the Klingon captain bitch 's face appears on the view projection screen. Before the Enterprise crowd she sucks on Wesley Crusher 's now flaccid and severed teen dick. Wesley watches in repugnance and pain. She holds up a remote ascendence and presses a button.
On the floor of the bridge, the crew watches in awe as Wesley Crusher convulses into an coming of pleasure and botheration. His bollock throb as Jack of semen and blood semen from the trap just above the boy 's ballsac. Charles Wesley is absolutely humiliated. From where the knife had punctured Wesley 's orchis, cum and blood escape out of his scrotum. Another press of the button and the adolescent 's eubstance is engulfed in another violent and forced orgasm. Wesley 's body is like one cock, nothing more but a people of flesh tortured by the tormenting force of his own climax. More blood and boy cum continues to spill out of and from John Wesley 's lump and onto his hairless and now dickless crotch.
"Say arrivederci to your glob, Wesley,"the Klingon captains gives him a infernal smile and presses another release on her remote. Suddenly two very diminished devices, which the Klingons secretly planted in Wesley's scrotum, activate ( like M-80 firework ) and explode sending clod of John Wesley's ball splattering all over the bridge.
"My balls… Argh ! She blew up my…"Wesley's eyes roll over and he passes out from both the pain and shock of losing his balls.
Just as it suddenly appeared the Klingon ship cloaks and vanishes into the depths of blank space taking with them poor Wesley Crusher 's boyhood.

THE END
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The author does not condone small fry abuse ; this story is meant as an erotic illusion not real number life. Anyone acting out such scenarios in `` tangible life sentence '' can look forward to many unproductive years getting it up the tail by a dude yard bird in their local prison.
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