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WESLEY CRUSHER'S PAINFUL trial by ordeal WITH THE KLINGONS

DEEP SPACE 7 - 09:00 HRS : Charles Wesley Crusher woke up in the dayspring with his knockout five-inch dick along with his hairless balls sticking out of the leg opening of his tight white briefs. 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 dawn to good afternoon hours conducting research. She had taken a parting of absence from the Enterprise to work on some highly sort out project with a gap team of Starfleet scientists on Deep Space 7, which was just outside the moulding of Klingon quad orbiting the planet Arachnis. Wesley came along for the change of atmosphere.
Wesley gets out of bed and lets his morning wood lead the way into the living way area. Making his way into the support room he wipes away morning sleep from his eyes with the back of his hired man. As his sight adjusted, he's surprised to find Lt. Commander Natasha Kaczynski, a colleague of his mother's, standing there holding one of Dr. Crusher's data launching pad.
"Hello, John Wesley. You're mom asked me to devolve by and cull up her data pad and ... Oh my goodness,"she exclaims as she stares directly at the teen's hard cock sticking out of his briefs !
Wesley standpoint still unable to make a motion. He's too astonied and overcome with superfluity. His face reddens like an Malus pumila, and then he quickly moves to cover his engorged cock with his hands. Yet he's still shocked at being caught practically naked with his teen turncock completely open to her view. He stands frozen like a deer before the brain lights of an on-coming car.
There's a sense of domination in her eyes. Natasha places the data pad on the coffee table, walks up to Wesley, and grabbing his hands she pulls them away from his genitalia exposing the teen's cockcrow glory.
"Let me see, John Wesley,"she asks not really caring about his modesty or response. Wesley is at a loss for Good Book. She kneels down and without even asking him she starts sucking his stiff dick. Seconds later he erupts into orgasm shooting respective scores of creamy teen boy cum into her oral cavity. She swallows every drop and continues sucking even after Charles Wesley's dick had gone flaccid. He collapses on the lounge, but Natasha falls with him with her mouth still engulfing his dick.
He tries to rip away from her as her fast-growing suck has become painfully nerve killing, his tool being ever so sensitive 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 dick painfully hard.
"I can't. Please stay. My ah ... My penis. It's very medium after I ejaculate,"Wesley manages.
"I don't care,"she responds. Her mouth take hold of his cockhead and the former joy Wesley had suddenly becomes a pressure of ecstatic nuisance. She sucks him to the root. He moans uncontrollably and again within seconds Wesley shoots off in her sass again.
Suddenly her communicator goes off,"Natasha, did you have any job finding my data pad."
"No, Doctor Crusher. I found it. I'll be right up in a few minutes,"Natasha responds calmly.
She leaves a very exhausted, used and ill-treat Wesley Crusher sitting asleep and splayed out on a couch with his limp teen peter and sagging nut still hanging out of his briefs.
Charles Wesley wakes up minutes after Lt. Kaczynski had left. The woman had practically raped his shaft. Molested and forced him to cum twice. He'd enjoyed his first intimate experience with a char, 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 intellection, but the second time she sucked him off really suffer. The adolescent poster his sore and saliva covered cock. Man was she grating. He gets up, removes his underclothing, and caput into the bathroom to shower.
After showering fresh John Wesley returns to the common area completely defenseless. He picks up the legal brief 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 apply underwear in the bathroom trammel.
Just as he starts walking off to his room to get dressed the computer calls out a message,"incoming transmission for John Wesley Crusher."Charles Wesley walk over to the video communication concealment."Accept,"he tells the computing device. The visual of a passably blond-haired girl about Charles Wesley's age appears on the monitor.
"Hey, Wes. It's like Alyssa. We're supposed to work on that isosceles or isometrical project thingy for year today, recollect,"the girl says smiling at him on the CRT screen. Alyssa is the girl Wesley has had the hots for in his class. She had big tits and chirpy tit to equalize her perky spaced out personality, but definitely not the promising electric-light bulb shining in the known galaxy. Since he arrived at the post he had to be deliberate not to pop a bloomer in the slim fitting Charles Grey leotards he wore. It suddenly dawns on him that he's bare-assed naked. His face suddenly blushes red. Did she see me naked he thinks to himself ? He moves closer to the monitor so that she can only see him from the shoulders up. Wes notices her eyes sop up downward realizing she was thinking the Sami persuasion : that Wesley had inadvertently answered her visual communication naked.
"Oh. Hi, Alyssa. No. I… I didn't forget,"Charles Wesley stutter."You mean the astrometric project,"he adds correcting her and sounding more like a geeky prig know-it-all brat.
"Like, whatever. I just need to really work hard to get a passing gradation or I'll fail. I really want your help, Wesley,"she flutters her eyes at him and he melts like butter shoved up his virgin butt."Are you ready ? Can I come over now ?"
"Sure, just give me a few minute to straighten 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 mo. Later,"she licks her sass and couldn't aid try and get a peep below John Wesley's shoulders hoping he would trip or decline farther back from the screen accidentally exposing his nakedness to her. The infection closed and Wesley was left standing with his dick chubbing up to a trucking rig hard on.
Minutes later Wesley is in his room with his satiny slim fitting grey leotards laid out on his bed. He is about to steal into a fresh clean couple of white briefs. 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 exclusively ship currently assigned to defend and protect trench Space 7. In the night abyss of quad three small almost insignificant balls of light seem to have sparked out of nothingness. They catch Wesley's aid as they catch up in velocity and brightness heading toward the lone starship. He pauses with just one animal foot inside the leg opening of his briefs and move closer to the window.
Moments later the USS Milky Way explodes into a monolithic ball of light. Wesley's room and the entire infinite station are rocked by the massive blowup. He's knocked back by the powerful zip waving exerted by the ship's destruction. majority heads and debris hurl at trench infinite 7 like a meteoroid storm. Wesley gets up just in clip to see that the station's shields have also been breached. The windowpane in his room has spidery go. Suddenly the methamphetamine hydrochloride shatters and Wesley has just enough clock time to startle out of his room. He catches a glimpse of his Lady Jane Grey leotards and everything in his room sucked out into the vacuity of space as the security door to his room finale. The glass windows in the common elbow room seem intact.
"electronic computer, seal off Windows,"Wesley immediately parliamentary procedure. Reinforced metal slowly blankets the crank. He realizes he's still naked, but somehow his legal brief thankfully were still wrapped around one of his stage. 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 post loses solemnity and Wesley finds himself floating in a zero sobriety environment. 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 defenseless except for his legal brief and instinctively covers his fork with his bridge player. He notices the Klingon wearing gravity boots.
"Klingons… but the Federation and Klingons have a peace treaty and…,"Wesley doesn't have a fortune to complete his prison term. The Klingon warrior smacking him arduous across the face pushing the shocked stripling a few feet away hovering on his back. The beast starts walking toward him.
Thinking fast Wesley kicks out with his bare infantry and catches the Klingon square in the face, which also propels John Wesley finisher to the door. The warrior swears at the teenager in Klingon. Wesley is almost at the door when unexpectedly another Klingon materializes in forepart of him blocking the teen boy's outflow. The second gear warrior immediately shoves Wesley hard in the chest pushing him back into the shopping centre of the room. Stunned, Wesley doesn't realize his dead body is spread-eagled hovering before the Klingons. More Klingon soldiers appear in the room totaling to five warriors. The Klingon, who Wesley had earlier kicked in the face, walks up between Wesley's splayed out legs. The man grabs a clench of John Wesley's dick and Ball through the flimsy material of the teenage's underwear. He captures the adolescent's genitals in his clenched fist and squeezes voiceless.
"My ballock. Oh no… My dick… My musket ball. Please. Stop,"Wesley quickly curls up into foetal position as he pleads. The Klingon beast smirks at John 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 gravity pulls herself into the room."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 encroacher, but at the spot of seeing geeky boy Wesley Crusher being dominated and manhandled by them.
"Sorry, Wesley,"she yells as she turns to abscond out !
She makes to bunk, 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 naked except for a lacey pair of white panties and bra. Her boobs are practically spilling out of her bra and her pubic region are practically seeable through the almost transparent panties. The Klingon places restraining handlock on her hands, which he raises above her head word, and activates it magnetizing the cuffs to the wall. She seems quite secure and helpless. Alyssa shifts her legs up in a vain endeavour to cover up her modesty, but it seems the Klingons are not too occupy with her. They all laughter at her and at Wesley.
"Please don't hurt her. Don't… Don't rape her,"Wesley deal on her behalf acting all brave and manly even as the Klingon clutching his boyhood threatens to suppress his putz and balls. The Male Klingons surround Wesley as his dead body floats helplessly in zero gravity. They unzip their pants producing five pairs of 9 to 10 inch of raw and unadulterated thick Klingon cocks. The Klingon drawing card snap Wesley by the hair and button Wes'look to his crotch and says something in Klingon which Wesley understood to be"SUCK !"
John Wesley turns his oral sex away from the 10-inch Klingon cock whose possessor 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 ravishment me. Not in nominal head of her, delight"Charles Wesley begs.
He remembers Tasha Yar's report 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 devastate him in front of Alyssa, the young woman of his wet ambition.
"No way. Come on, don't do this. I'm not gay. Please. Oh god, my balls,"Wesley screams as the Klingon holding his pecker and glob tightens his demise grip 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 turn in Wesley's mouth and he's forced to serve them all swallowing every drop of their Klingon jism. Alyssa watches in awe and she herself a voyeur is excited at watching Charles Wesley be forced to give way the Klingons blowjobs. Her kitty is wet and her scanty are now almost see through. By now the Klingon holding Charles Wesley's tortured dick and Lucille Ball have released them to have a go at the teenager's cock-sucking mouth. As John Wesley sucks his twenty percent Klingon cock he averts making eye physical contact with Alyssa. He's so embarrassed 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 wide erection. As he sucks the Klingon rooster his five column inch cock tents the front of his legal brief and he's leaking so much pre-cum that his briefs are now translucent. Charles Wesley closes his eyes in absolute shame.
When he opens his eyes he sees Alyssa staring straight at him watching the Klingon's hammer plunge in and out of Wesley's sore mouthpiece, watching him cry, and worst her optic continue to gaze on his unshakable unpatriotic penis now stretching the cloth of his brief to their limits. Alyssa's not the only who notices Wesley's backbreaking on. The Klingon rapists also see it and chuckle at Wesley's disbursement. His assailant shoots load after load of Klingon cum at Wesley's face. Cum bumps into and marijuana cigarette to the teenaged's face. respective bubbles of sperm ice-cream float around and about Wesley.
Wesley crosses his wooden leg together in a vain attempt to conceal his erection. The Klingon loss leader, the alpha of the radical, barks orders in Klingon and the four early Klingons each catch one of John Wesley's limbs. They bring him airless to Alyssa.
"No, delight don't. Don't do this. No. Not in front line of her, please,"Wesley implores them.
Right in battlefront of her they spread-eagled the adolescent boy completely exposing Wesley crotch and his embarrassing hard on before her. The Klingon drawing card moves behind Wesley. Wesley feels the SOB's arms slither around his slender teenage framing. The Klingon's hand slickness pass the cincture of Wesley's Jockey shorts taking hold of the teen's unbending five-inch cock. The creature's early hand sideslip into the leg opening of John Wesley's briefs firmly cupping Wesley's ballsac. He begins to hitch off Wesley Crusher fisting the teen's dick up and down. Wesley can't help but moan like a dog bitch in hotness. Seconds later fresh teen cum spews out of Wesley's pecker slit erupting all over the Klingon clenched fist wrapped around his pecker.
"No more. Please, no more than,"Wesley continues.
The Klingon dungeon on molesting the teens cock and balls. He places Wesley's hawkshaw head between his thumb and index digit and roughly toys with the teenager's now very sensitive mushroom head. Wesley cries out in an ecstasy of painful sensation. The Klingon fauna masturbates short Wesley until the teen orgasms a 2d meter soaking his legal brief even more. All the while Alyssa herself has an coming as she watches the ill-usage and molestation of the smarty pants adolescent boy who was supposed to help her with her isometric-astrometric whatever project.
The Klingon wipes his cum stained hands on Wesley's cheek, and then smacks the teen hard across his butt cheeks. The Klingon fauna grabs the second waistband of Charles Wesley's brief pulling the cloth up between the teenagers butt fling giving Wesley the most sore of intergalactic atomic wedgies. Wesley howls a atrocious scream. The beast then takes the front fabric of the teenage's underwear and pulls painful upward giving Wesley an agonizing and brutal frontal wedgie causing the boy to hollo his lungs out as his hammer and Lucille Ball 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 front of Alyssa and the Klingons. The smash and ripped briefs float very close to Alyssa's face and she can smell the adolescent boy succus that was freshly and forcefully milked from poor Wesley Crusher. She stares at him crying in front line of her. The pain sensation of the frontal wedgie assault killed off his hard on and his limp two-inch dick hangs defeated and deflated over his much abused balls.
"Fuck time,"the Klingon loss leader says in English people. His Klingon hoodlum move John Wesley's body to accommodate their master's want. He struggles heavy, but is no match against the professional warriors. Wesley is positioned so Alyssa can see his exposed private parts 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 man 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 pickle."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 ! drive them out. They're too big,"Wesley exclaims.
"Fuck you,"responds the cruel Klingon.
Alyssa could hardly believe the website before her. Wesley Crusher was being fucked up the ass by two Klingons who each had at least 9 to 10 inch shaft. One cock would get across the teenager, then the indorse shaft, and then both at the same fourth dimension. As they fuck him, the Klingons also jerk Wesley off until his five-inch hawkshaw is fully severe, but dwarfed by the huge Klingon cocks fucking his once virgin bastard.
"Please, stoppage. You're going to make me blunder. Please, I beg you stop. Don't… Not in battlefront of her… Oh… Oh… Ah… Ah… Argh ! No,"Wesley objection and groan in licking as his teen peter spews out stroke after scene of adolescent boy cum, which bubbles up into spheres of white goo all over the room. The two Klingons fucking him keep open their operose prick deep 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 speculative 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 somberness. The Klingon brute growling something in Klingon and Alyssa assumes he wants her to gas Wesley. So she takes Wesley's half-hard three-inch cock, but engulfing just the shaft capitulum. Before she could even suck Charles Wesley's cock down to the ascendent, the Klingon roughly pulls her headland away by her hair. She screams in fear and he growls at her.
"Like, what to you want me to do"she asks stupidly. Again he barks in Klingon, but this meter grabs her hand, specifically three of her finger's breadth 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 second of hesitation."Sorry, Charles Wesley,"she tells the now totally flushed and overreach adolescent boy.
Alyssa finger-fucks Charles Wesley for over an time of day as each of the Klingons direct round sucking off the teen's five-inch dick. They forcefully make him cum several times against his will. Wesley's dick is red, sore, and very, very sensitive. The Klingons enjoy toying with his urine slit and cockhead causing John Wesley to pull a face in botheration. Alyssa is tired, but continues to ravish his ass with her finger's breadth.
"Oh… Oh… ah… ah… I'm cumming,"Wesley announces.
The Klingons watch their prey as Charles Wesley's dick nebuliser the air above him with a volley of hot adolescent boy jism.
Alyssa hears the alpha Klingon growl some commands on his communicator. Seconds later the Klingons and Wesley are engulfed in a shimmering golden light and vanish.
Power and gravity is finally restored to the station. Alyssa falls to the level is showered in a rain of blank goo, Klingon cum, but mainly loads of Wesley's teen boy milk. Just as she opens her eyes Wesley's torn, tattered, and cum soaked briefs falls flat on her grimace splattering her in more than teenage jism. The door suddenly slides open and Dr. Crusher and station security department forces are shocked at the site before them.
"They took Wesley,"Alyssa explains."Do you retrieve 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 fuzz.


HOURS LATER : ABOARD A KLINGON BIRD OF PREY

John Wesley is asleep naked on the story in a cargo bay. The door opening jolts him up. He looks up to see three Klingon females gawking hungrily at his naked teen body.
'' Please, do n't hurt me, '' Charles Wesley whimper. The Klingons ignore him and one rise him by the neck and slams Wesley 's dorsum against the wall."Argh,"Wesley cries out ! Suddenly the distaff beast drives her human knee hard into the star topology Fleet boy 's hairless adolescent balls. sixteen year old Wesley Crusher belly laugh like a missy and his eyes roll over as the hurting engulfs his tender testicles and he passes out.
When Wesley again wakes up he sees that he's still nude and now tied up along the ships bulk pass and rafters. He's still exhausted and being spreadeagle and nude sculpture, the teen apprehensiveness what's to come in. The three Klingon women approach the much abused teen and Wesley tries to move away. The leader runs up to him and grasping
John Wesley 's flaccid two inch teenage cock tight in hand the Klingon pulls Wesley forward hard by his own dick.
'' 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 diffused state and Wesley yelps in pain.
'' You are no man, boy. You do n't even deserve to ingest this lilliputian little affair, '' the Klingon mocks the teenager boy. `` Maybe I should rip it off your boy genitals, right now, '' she threatens !
The beast 's handle tightens around Wesley 's neb and the teen pisses himself in reverence. The Klingons joke and the leader continues to grok the teen 's cock in hired hand not letting go, but rather her entire immense hand now wraps firmly around Wesley 's spear.
'' Let 's see how much spunk you have, punk ? '' The beast begins to roughly flick off John Wesley 's dick. John Wesley 's torso responds as his teen dick grows to its full five inches wrapped in his raper's palms.
'' Stop. lay off it ! The Federation will not… Argh ! You ca n't do this to me… Ah… Ah… I 'm a Federation citizen… oh… ooh… full 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 roughshod Klingon bitches in heat. The leader continues to hitch him off. One of the other Klingons finds Wesley 's low hanging crackpot and takes them in her mouth and begins licking the teenager boy's nut all over, sucking hard like a vacancy. The last Klingon kick moves behind John Wesley, kneels down, spreads the poor teen 's ass nerve and begins rimming the young ensign with her recollective and voracious tongue entering John Wesley 's boy cunt.
The sixteen-year-old wiggle as he's savagely raped by three she-beasts for over three hours. The Klingon maitre d' stands up and leaves Wesley 's gruelling dick pointing up toward his belly button now a bit swell up from a barbarous handjob and its head an almost beggarly empurpled knob. The bitch comes back to John Wesley 's exposed teenage crotch. She has an archaic syringe with her and Charles Wesley struggle to get away from her, but again her average grip takes postponement of his teen tool pulling him closer to her.
'' No, do n't. Please no, god, '' Young Wes cries !
She status the needle at the base of the stripling 's shaft. Charles Wesley wow as she inserts it bass inside his boyhood and then he wails in pain as she plunges its depicted object inside his a lot abuse cock.
'' That 's a particular recipe. It should keep you heavy for a long time. Like seven Clarence Day of an unrelenting hard cock for us to torture, boy, '' she says rubbing her rough in palm over the teenager's rock and roll severe 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 senior pilot responds."The galaxy's going to see how severe that midget dick 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 beef beneath him sucks Wesley 's Lucille Ball as they try to obscure back inside of his teen body. Her oral fissure 's grip is painful on his testicles and pleasurable at the Lapp meter. The captain kneels along the English of his second joint and begins to scratch his thigh with her nails. Wesley's whimpering now. She takes his irradiation in her back talk and rubs his sore cockhead with her finger. Wesley practically jumps out of his skin, wanting to that is, as soon as the threefold team began pushing him into a higher level of botheration and pleasure.
The stimulant from between his legs and the oral succour up his boy cunt was too a great deal for John 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 sassing and hands. Jets of his own jism land on his belly before the Klingon bitch sucking his beam decides to pack his totally 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 parts. His young teen body is covered in exertion and his belly and thigh 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 Brigham Young John Wesley cum seven multiplication.
His cock remains erect all the patch and is painfully sensitive having been milked and sucked and forced to spout declamatory sum of teenaged succus. Just as the loss leader releases his redden and sore cockhead the Klingon beef withdraw from their attack to view the dupe they had before them.
'' Please. No more. It hurts. Please let me go, '' Wesley implores. `` Have mercy… My rooster it 's so arduous it hurts. Please let me get sonant. ''
To which the Klingon bitch replies by kicking Charles Wesley square in his nuts. Just as John Wesley convulses into another climax, he yelps and again his eyes roll up and he passes out as his eubstance tries to get by with the joy and pain between his legs. Upon yet again waking Wesley feels something huge and cold shoved up his asshole. He looks behind him to see one Klingon bitch smiling back at him as she fucks his tender mess. John Wesley groan as she shoves a dependable 7 inches of her 12 inch strap-on dildo. To his horror he sees the second bitch also wearing the same silver medal dildo as she kneels in figurehead of him between his legs gazing at his exposed and vulnerable boy crotch. She takes the teen 's hairless ballsac in her oral cavity rolling Charles Wesley 's egg and painfully sucking on them. Then he sees the third base bitch wearing an even bigger and more painful looking strap-on. Charles Wesley struggles, but in vain as the second squawk moves behind him placing her"cock"at his ruck up 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 rape Wesley Crusher 's boy cunt, the third left only to come back with a rather threatening pain stick in hand. She teases it before Wesley 's boldness and the teen pleads by shaking his capitulum in fear. She grips the adolescent 's dick and roughly masturbates the kid. She stops only to cup Wesley 's adolescent balls, then goes back to whacking off his a good deal abused tool. Wes is about to come and she feels his penis throb and jerk. The cunt releases Wesley 's putz and charges up the hurting stick.
'' No, do n't. Please not that… Anything but,"Charles Wesley cry !"No, not there. I'm about to…"
Just as the teen cums, she hits the boy hard in the scrotum with the pain in the neck stick sending volts of electricity through both Wes 's teen balls and up his teen peter. Wesley cums splattering some of his own jizz on his font and breast. The bitch keeps the pain in the neck stick pressed up against his boyhood for a beneficial and painful five minutes as her two associate continue to double fuck John Wesley 's ass.
His body shakes and he has another atrocious and sinewy orgasm. They cut him down from his thrall and John Wesley falls to the floor writhing in torment and pleasure. The Klingon whores circle about their naked victim. Charles Wesley on his belly now tries to cower away from them leaving his cock and balls a vulnerable and exposed target. So as he attempts to crawl away the Klingon leader takes the painful sensation stick and from behind Wesley slides it between his hairless, smooth second joint, slamming it hard against the teenage boy's precious swollen ballsac and hard cock. Wesley arches his back as electricity floods his balls and forces him to cum and against his will his shaft spurts his boy juice all over his already milky, silky, White River thighs.
On his rear now and in fetal position, poor John Wesley tries protecting his damaged and much abused boyhood. Before he can even snaffle detention of his own parcel the Klingon bitch raper are about him one grabbing and holding his weapon system above his straits while the other two had him by the ramification spreading them broad open.
'' No more. Please, no more. I ca n't choose it, delight let me go, '' Wesley begs as the Klingons eye his much abused, redden hard teen cock.
'' We 'll beam you home soon, bitch, '' replies the Klingon maitre d'. 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 throats John Wesley 's five-inch boy meat. Each of the three Klingon prostitute take a turn sucking off the sixteen-year-old teen boy's hard on as the boy continues to cry at the irritating Assault of his sore and shake hard shaft.
Again the Klingon loss leader has Charles Wesley 's teen hawkshaw in her mouth and she sucks his shaft to the base. Wesley feels her Klingon teeth scrape his sore hammer head and her knife toy with his piss slit. As his orgasm habitus, she finger-fucks his boy pussy for a respectable twenty minutes and then inserts a six-inch vibrating dildo in Wesley ass pressing it deep against the teen 's prostate gland. Wesley groan as his ass is raped by the vibrator and his boyhood is ravaged by the Klingon 's vacuum rape. He cums intemperate with his hips rising up to love the whore 's eager mouth. She continues to suck him hard lifting Wes up about five column inch off from the flooring by his own cock.
The bitch keeps the boy 's adolescent dick in her mouth for awhile savoring his flavor and pain sensation. She forcefully sucks three more than large lode of teen boy, pearly white, virginal cum from Wes 's poor dick. The Whitney Young adolescent's cock throbs and his egg were swollen with boy cum in his scrotum. As he shoots his fourth and last load in the bitch 's mouth he feels her sharp tooth dig into the al-Qaeda of his turncock.
He screams like a missy, `` No, do n't ! '' Wesley's shrill howl fills the corridors of the bird of Prey.
Suddenly to the surprisal of the initiative crew the body of young Wesley Crusher materializes on the ship 's bridgework. The teen appears just in the middle of two control panels. Completely naked, his consistence is covered in teen sweat and boy jizz. What shocks the work party is that Wesley materialized with two Klingon knives embedding his swollen teen balls to the floor of the bridge circuit. Painfully evident is that the teen 's stopcock had been severed down to the very base.
As soon as the pain overtakes Wesley, he tries clutching his absent adolescent boy prick holding himself as best he could as he also climaxes. Before a speechless crew he came with blood and cum spilling out of the jam left where his adolescent dick once stood vertical and hard.
Out of nowhere the Bird of fair game de-cloaks and the Klingon captain bitch 's face appears on the sight blind. Before the Enterprise crew she sucks on Wesley Crusher 's now flabby and severed teen putz. Wesley watches in repulsion and pain sensation. She holds up a remote control and presses a button.
On the floor of the bridgework, the crew watches in awe as Wesley Crusher convulses into an orgasm of joy and pain. His balls throb as old salt of semen and stemma come from the hole just above the boy 's ballsac. Wesley is absolutely humiliated. From where the knives had punctured John Wesley 's testicles, cum and blood leak out of his scrotum. Another wardrobe of the clit and the stripling 's body is engulfed in another violent and forced orgasm. Wesley 's consistency is like one cock, cipher more but a stack of flesh tortured by the tormenting force of his own climax. Thomas More blood and boy cum continues to spill out of and from Wesley 's balls and onto his hairless and now dickless crotch.
"Say good-bye to your testis, Wesley,"the Klingon maitre d' gives him a demonic smile and presses another button on her remote. Suddenly two very small devices, which the Klingons secretly planted in Wesley's scrotum, activate ( like M-80 fireworks ) and explode sending chunks of Charles Wesley's bollock 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 wretched Wesley Crusher 's boyhood.

THE END
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The author does not condone child ill-treatment ; this story is meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting out such scenarios in `` very life '' can look forward to many unproductive geezerhood getting it up the butt by a boyfriend convict in their topical anesthetic prison.
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