Star Trek: The Last Generation

Star Trek: The Last Generation

By Caligula

Counselor Deanna Troi was in the lounge known as Ten Forward onboard the Starship Enterprise enjoying her favorite thing in the whole wide galaxy...chocolate ice-cream. People often gave her a curious glance or an amused smile at the expressions she sported on her face with each bite. While everyone assumed she just had a passionate love for chocolate, it was deeper than that. The cocoa acted as a mild aphrodisiac when mixed with her half Betazoid and half Human heritage.

But she was suddenly hit with a much deeper feeling...somewhere on the ship a male had just experienced a huge wave of embarrassment bigger than she had ever felt before. Being half Betazoid meant she was partially telepathic and could read the emotions of others. This feeling hit her so much harder than chocolate that her toes curled in her boots and her eyes glazed over and she appeared to be cross-eyed.

Her euphoria was interrupted while enjoying this new treat as the comm badge on her chest let out a little whistle. She tapped it, slightly annoyed.

"Counselor Troi here," she answered in response to the hail.

"Deanna, it's Beverly. Can you come to medical please? I need your assistance," replied the voice.

"I'm on my way."

*****

Deanna walked briskly through the corridors of the Enterprise and quickly found herself standing in the medical lab of the giant ship. There she found Dr Beverly Crusher and her son Wesley, and she immediately picked up on Wesley having been the source of the embarrassment she had sensed in Ten Forward. His feelings must be very intense indeed to affect her so profoundly over such a great distance. Given her intense reaction to his feelings, she was of course intrigued as to the reason for her requested visit.

"Hello Wesley," she said as she nodded a greeting in his direction.

"Hi Counselor Troi," he answered while not making direct eye contact with her or his mother.

"You wanted to see me Beverly?"

"Yes Deanna," replied the red-haired doctor. "I've asked Wesley here to help me with some of my research and he's quite unwilling to assist his dear mother."

"Wesley, is this true?" asked Deanna.

"Yes...you just wouldn't understand," he replied sheepishly.

"I'm sensing a great deal of embarrassment from Wesley," said Deanna. "What is it that you've asked him to do?" Deanna was secretly enjoying the feelings emanating from Wesley.

"I'm doing research on male anatomy and all I've asked him to do is to take some kicks to his testicles from me to test pain levels, effects on testosterone levels, possible long-term damage...just so much useful information."

"I see," replied Deanna. "And Wesley, how does this make you feel, that your mother wants to kick your testicles?"

"Embarrassed I guess. And frightened. She mentioned long-term damage...what if..."

"Oh Wesley!" interrupted his mother, "I'm a doctor! I'm sure I can fix anything that might get broken."

"Your mother makes a good point, Wesley. Being a doctor, and your mother, I'm sure she has analyzed all the possible risks to your testicles and has decided this is mostly safe." said Deanna. She was distracted by several purring little lumps of fur laying on Dr Crusher's office desk. "Beverly, are those tribbles?" she asked as she approached the desk and picked up two of the little cooing creatures in one of her hands. She suddenly realized that sitting there together they looked like two furry little human balls resting in her delicate grip. The cooing sound they made was very soothing.

"Yes, those are tribbles. I first started out examining the tribble reproductive cycle as they are known to breed so fast that they are considered an invasive species on most worlds. What I discovered was that tribbles have both male and female reproductive organs, and so all you need to do to keep them from reproducing is to squeeze their tiny little balls until they POP! It's quite effective and harmless. Their "balls" are so small that they can be difficult to find, but their small size also means they can be burst by just pinching them with your fingers. It's very humane."

Deanna was sure it wasn't as painless for the tribbles whose balls were being smushed, but didn't want to discourage her friend Beverly from gleefully popping little tribble balls whenever she felt like it. In support of her theory that Dr Crusher's method of tribble population control was not as humane as the good doctor thought, the tribbles all started to chitter and squeal in a high-pitched tone as Beverly got closer to them. They only calmed down once Deanna placed them back on the table and Beverly had moved away. Deanna was finding herself aroused by the fear rolling off the tribbles, and was brought back to reality by the feelings that were dripping off Wesley in light of his mother's discussion of popping balls.

"Wesley," she said, "I can feel your embarrassment but I can assure you as a counselor that these feelings are normal given your mother's particular request and her talk of castrating tribbles."

"I just don't want to do it," he replied. "I don't want my mother, or any woman really, to kick me in my man parts."

Deanna could tell Beverly was frustrated.

"So you see Deanna, we're at an impasse. I want to kick Wesley in the balls but he won't let me do it!" said Dr Crusher.

Deanna thought for a moment and then hit on the perfect solution. She smiled. "Well Beverly, you do outrank your son. As a Starfleet cadet he can't refuse an order from a superior officer."

Both Deanna and Beverly smiled at each other, and then looked at Wesley with those same eager grins.

"She's right Wesley. I would have preferred you volunteer but as you won't...I order you to submit your testicles to my tests." said Dr Crusher to her son.

Wesley's shoulders slumped, and ever the dutiful Starfleet cadet answered, "Yes ma'am."

"I'd like to stay and watch if you don't mind," added Deanna. "This way I can monitor his feelings as you bust his balls."

"That's great idea Deanna! I'd love to include a psychological breakdown of the effects of busting balls," replied Beverly. "Okay Wesley, come stand in front of me here. I think I'll start with a good old-fashioned kick in the balls."

Wesley meekly complied, being bound by his Starfleet oath and his mother's rank. He couldn't believe this was happening, and in front of Counselor Troi no less. He had always had a crush on Deanna Troi, and having her probe deeply into his feelings as his mother kicked him in the balls made him want to shrivel up...well, into a ball. He guessed he'd be doing that soon enough anyway for real after his mother kicked him. He looked down to his mother's Starfleet regulation boots and cringed.

Beverly stood in front of her son, smiled and said, "Where no man has gone before..." and kicked him square in his balls. She watched Wesley's expression, waiting for the pain to kick in. She wasn't dissappointed as his lips puckered and his face generally scrunched up, and he let out a squeal that sounded very much like the high-pitched squealing of the tribbles. She had completely forgotten to take his medical readings with her tricorder until Deanna chimed in.

"I'm sensing great shame and humiliation from Wesley," said Deanna Troi. "He can't believe his own mother just kicked him in the balls." She found she was developing a wetness in the "V" of the crotch of her uniform having just watched her friend kick her son in the testicles, helped tremendously by the feelings pouring off poor Wesley. She hoped her Starfleet bodysuit did a good job of absorbing moisture so her arousal wouldn't become apparent to either Beverly or Wesley. She was then hit with some new unexpected feelings...coming from Beverly. "Beverly," she said with a sly smile," I'm sensing feelings of empowerment from you: empowerment and righteous self-satisfaction."

"Well I have to admit it was quite powerful feeling, to kick a man in his testicles and watch him collapse to the ground. I think after this I'm going to be known as Dr Crushem. Hahaha!" She returned the smile and scanned Wesley with her tricorder. "According to this he's in extreme agony, on a level even greater than childbirth."

Dr Crusher and Counselor Troi both laughed at that.

"Somehow I find that hard to believe," said Beverly.

"Are you sure your tricorder is reading correctly?" asked Deanna. "Maybe you need to run a diagnostic on it."

"I seriously doubt that a little kick in the balls like that is more painful than childbirth for a woman," replied Beverly.

Wesley believed it though. This was the worst pain he had ever experienced in his life. He wished his mother had stuck to neutering tribbles.

"Please," he squeaked, "please mom...please give me a hypo spray for the pain"

"Wesley, you know that would defeat the purpose of the experiment. You'll be fine, after a fashion. We'll just wait until you can stand up again," replied his mother.

It turns out they waited a good while for Wesley to "man up" and get up off the floor.

"I want to take a tricorder reading as the next strike to his testicles happens. Deanna would you mind kneeing Wesley in the balls while I scan?" asked Beverly.

Deanna couldn't believe her luck...or Wesley's. "I would be honored to knee him in his testicles." Deanna approached the young male and put one of her hands on his shoulder to steady herself. "I'm sensing that your son is attracted to me, and that attraction is making this even more embarrassing and humiliating for him. He isn't sure how he's ever going to be able to look either of us in the eyes again after this." Deanna may have been half Betazoid, but she knew Wesley was 100% Betamale. He would never command a starship. He'd be lucky to move up above the rank of ensign. Poor Wesley, she thought. But that thought also made her even more heated between her thighs, especially knowing one of those thighs was about to hurt this young man she had watched grow up in his sexual organs. Her own sex organs throbbed in rhythm with Wesley's still aching gonads.

"That's an interesting observation, Deanna," said Beverly. "So the male appears to be impaired psychologically for a much longer time than he is physically from a blow to his testes."

"Yes I would say so," added Deanna. "What I'm picking up on is a permanent decrease in Wesley's self-esteem as a direct result of you kicking him in the tribbles."

They both laughed.

"Alright Deanna, I'm ready. Go ahead and knee Wesley REALLY hard."

Deanna slowly lifted her knee, practicing her aim. She left her kneecap snuggled up between Wesley's legs, his balls resting on her leg. He looked up at her with pleading eyes and Deanna swore she would orgasm soon. Oh that look. The power she had over her friend's son was intoxicating. She lowered her leg back down and then pistoned her knee back up as hard as she could, compressing Wesley's eggs up against his body. His eyes bulged out from the sockets and his hands went to cup his groin, but his hands couldn't reach his boy bits because Deanna's knee was still planted firmly in his crotch. The soft tight fitting bodysuit did nothing to protect Wesley's balls, and Deanna could feel them squishing against her knee. 

"Excellent!" shouted Beverly. "I got a really good reading that time."

Deanna lowered her leg and watched Wesley as his eyes locked with hers and he warbled in a soprano song as he slowly slid to the ground, his hands finally able to nurse his two tiny human testicles.

"This is fun. What's next?" asked Deanna.

"For our next test we'll need to go over to the holodeck. I have a program prepared that will really test Wesley's testicular limits," stated Beverly casually, oblivious to her son's whimpering.

*****

Once Wesley was able to stand they all went to the holodeck and Beverly explained the next test. 

"So a human female can only kick so hard. There are species out there in the galaxy that have much more strength than your ordinary Starfleet officer. I think it's wise to test the limits of the human male reproductive capacity to protect itself and stand up to extreme abuse," she said.

"Well that sounds logical. After all, they don't make Starfleet regulation protective cups for our officers and it would seem like a major weakness to the Federation...all the balls," replied Deanna.

"Computer...load Crusher program NUT CRACKER," called out Beverly to the ever-present and ever-listening computer.

There was a slight sizzle of the air and standing before them was a VERY large chested Amazonian Klingon female warrior. Her skin was the color of bronze and her boobs the size of cantaloups. Wesley was captivated by how enormous her breasts were and how generously they busting out of the top of her armor. What Beverly and Deanna noticed were the strong legs of the Klingon woman standing before them, and especially her boots. They looked like they belonged on a medieval suit of armor, encased in metal...except on the top of the boots were what looked like rhinoceros horns, also of metal. Deanna's pussy tingled even more and she was sure at this point that everyone could see the wet spot that was surely defiling the front of her uniform.

"Program loaded," stated the computer coldly.

"Okay Wesley. Go stand in front of the Klingon for me so she can ball kick you," said his mother.

"But mom, Klingons are ruthless warriors, even the women. There's no way I could stand up to one of her kicks," he said with a bit of panic in his voice.

"You aren't supposed to stand up to it Wesley. I'm here to monitor your pain and resilience...the resilience of your balls."

"I'm sensing a great deal of fear from Wesley. More so than when it was just you or I kicking his balls. He's feeling very emasculated right now, and he's concerned that he might lose one of both of his testes," stated Deanna clinically after interpreting Wesley's emotions.

"Emasculated. That's fascinating," said his mother. "Who would have thought you could totally break a man's will just by kicking him in the nuts!"

"It's a very common fear among men of all races...not just humans," said Deanna.

"Well hop to it Wesley. We don't have all day. That's an ORDER young man!" commanded his mother with a grin.

Wesley stood uncertainly in front of the Klingon woman, strangely turned on by this domineering female warrior that was about to ballbust him.

"Wesley is feeling aroused. He's turned on by the image of a strong woman. Even though he fears for his testicles and what this woman will do to them, he feels his rightful place is under her boot," clarified Deanna.

Wesley hated that she was telepathic. It turned up his shame a hundred fold to have her speak out loud his private feelings and translate them into his darkest thoughts...all in front of his mother. How humiliating for his mother to know he desired strong domineering women, regardless of what they do to him.

"Computer, start program," said Beverly.

There was a chirp and the Klingon stepped forward and kicked Wesley in the balls with the toe of her lethal looking boot. Wesley gasped sharply and stood up on his tiptoes, not that it would make any difference. But then nothing happened. Wesley exhaled and looked at the hologram. Of course it didn't hurt. It was a hologram. He even managed a little smile.

Beverly slapped herself on the forehead. "Silly me. Computer, deactivate holodeck safety protocols and rerun program."

Wesley's eyes grew wide in terror.

"Holodeck safety protocols disabled," stated the computer.

Deanna's pussy started gushing nectar.

And then the Klingon once again kicked Wesley in the nuts. This time though her kick connected with a solid thump, and Wesley was lifted by more than his tiptoes as the warrior's boot lifted him a good 12 inches off the ground.

He collapsed immediately and started throwing up, much to the disgust of the holographic Klingon.

"Computer, end program," ordered Beverly.

The Klingon disappeared and Beverly, Deanna, and the vomiting Wesley were left alone on the holodeck. Deanna mused on the symmetry of Wesley throwing up matching her own body expelling liquids thru her vagina. Wesley was out of pain, and for her it was out of pleasure.

"That...was amazing," she finally managed to say.

"Yes! That Klingon was really effective, don't you think? I'm not even sure Wesley still has balls after a kick like that."

Beverly took another tricorder analysis of her son. "If I'm reading this correctly, both balls are still intact but...oh my Deanna..."

Deanna's pussy was becoming sore from the need to orgasm. "Oh my...what Beverly? What's wrong with his balls?"

"Well she apparently kicked them up into his body. Wesley's balls are both stuck up inside of his pelvis!" Beverly seemed more excited than concerned. "This is great news. These test results are going to make for a fascinating thesis."

Deanna was even more turned on to hear her friend express how "great" it was that her own son's balls had been kicked up into his throat, almost literally. She looked down at the squealing Wesley. "So how do we get the balls back?"

"I should be able to yank them back down into his scrotum provided some of the spermatic cord is still hanging down into his sack. It's a simple enough procedure."

*****

They had Wesley transported directly to sickbay, as he was too crippled to get there on his own despite his urgent need for medical attention. Deanna watched with eagerness as Beverly unzipped the fly of Wesley's uniform and snaked her hand inside.

"Yep there's one of the cords..." she stated. "Now just a little tug..."

Deanna heard a "schlorp" sound as Beverly pulled the first nut back into place. She then found the second spermatic cord and with a "schlump" it joined it's twin back in the "safety" of Wesley's gonad pouch.

Wesley was once again trilling sharply like the frightened tribbles, grateful his balls were still balls but also very aware now of his inherent weakness as a man. The human race had defeated poverty, hunger, and war on planet earth, but it hadn't fixed the urge of a woman to occasionally put a man in his place by kicking his balls. His mother had given him a hypo spray that allowed him to get up and walk, but did nothing to alleviate the pain. He stood there facing his mother and Counselor Troi, finally noticing the wet spot and camel toe between Troi's thighs. Was she getting turned on by this?

Deanna of course picked up on Wesley's realization that she was turned on watching him have his nuts crushed. He didn't have to be telepathic to know what the sweet wet spot on her uniform meant, or her hard nipples clearly visible through her top. This was one observation that she didn't share with Dr Crusher though.

"Now just for one last thing..." started Beverly.

"Mom...no!"

"I've always wanted to know what this would do..."

And with that Dr Beverly Crusher whipped out a phaser and shot her own son right in the nuts. She held the beam there, baking his balls for a few moments longer than what was really necessary, but her motherly instinct was tossed aside in the excitement of the moment.

She finally took her finger off the trigger and Wesley toppled over onto his side, drooling from the corner of his mouth, eyes crossed, and silent except for a wheeze so high on the sound spectrum that it could mostly only be heard by dogs.

"Oops," said Beverly. "I thought I had that on stun."

And then Deanna finally orgasmed.

"I wonder if the replicator could replicate Wesley a new set of balls to replace the ones I just vaporized," mused Beverly with a smile.

Deanna orgasmed again. Some things were better than chocolate.