Training Desmond


Desmond woke. His pass ached. Thomas More than ached. It was as if the Halle Orchestra was tuning up inside it and using his school principal for a kettle hole drum.

Desmond woke and gradually became aware of his berth. His legs were low temperature. He was lying on something very hard. He was outside. The grey brightness of morning. Rain clouds overhead. A train was coming. He was lying on something intemperate. It was vibrating.

Desmond's thoughts merged. His lump hurt. He sat up and agony ripped through him. He lay down again. His balls hurt. He couldn't see his balls. He explored with his manus. His Lucille Ball were bleeding. They were fixed to something. A train was coming. He was lying on a railway running and a train was coming. He fainted.

"Missed the motherfucker,"Ted Rogers sighed as Desmond fainted at the last endorse and the 350 horsepower Rudolf Diesel shunting locomotive passed harmlessly over Desmond for the 3rd time.

"Oh well, next time may be ?"Al suggested to Ted as he stood behind him in the cab.

Al kept an eye on Desmond as Ted opened her up for the rise to Hartly Main Colliery and the old coal wagons thundered harmlessly over Desmond's supine body.

Desmond woke again. This time his mind worked overtime. He was lying on a railway track.
He had no trousers on, and his balls were nailed to a sleeper with six inch nails.

Actually he was wrong, they had used knitting needles as six inch nails were not long enough but basically you get the picture.

Desmond tried to sit up but the pain defeated him. He looked daily round. A tripod with a tablet on it. Filming.

He remembered the run. He still couldn't believe he was found not guilty.

Now he understood.

"You all reet Pedo ?"someone asked.

He looked round of drinks,"Up here Pedo,"a girl shouted.

He tried to crane his neck, they were standing on a bridge watching.

All the little boys. And not so picayune boys. The ones he had taken camping with the boy picket troop. The one who he kept warm when they cried.

"train's coming teammate, I should fuck off if I was you."person shouted helpfully.

He recognised the gaffer of the Jury laughing. The royal court James Usher, his own lawyer, three uniform policemen.

"Ashley Muppet, Tyne and clothing TV, do you have any last Holy Writ ?"a reporter shouted.

"Yeah got any lastly words Pedo, trains coming."Trevor ‘ Michael'Kane shouted as he necked another can of John Lackland Smiths.

Desmond stared. The cartroad was vibrating. No it could not be ! Ted had the gun well over as the 60 year old socio-economic class 08 diesel rocked and rolled on the worn out track. It was doing at least 25 international mile an hour, 10 libertine than it was supposed to go as it swung round the curve and Desmond caught quite a little of it.

"It's fucking amazing,"Al observed,"We been over that cunt what three times ?"

"tercet fourth dimension,"Ted agreed.

"And han't done fuck all. Now the dopey cunt is awake he han't got fucking mother wit to lie down."

Desmond was not thinking straight, he tried pulling the phonograph needle out. The infliction was unbearable.
He looked for something, anything.

All he saw was hatred. A bridge wall lined with people who hated him.

He almost lay down and died, but a selfish streak led him to try to preserve his miserable perverted biography a bit longer and with a superhuman endeavour he flung himself off the racetrack and away from the train.

"Whooo yes !"somebody shouted.

The train swept majestically over Desmonds formal which remained skewered to the railway track.

Desmond looked at the bloody mint that had been his formal. His dick cutis was mostly missing as was his ballock. He fainted. Again.

"Yes !"the cheer went up.

Ernie White walked up to where Desmond lay. He was in rush of the track which the Hartley briny colliery railway system conservation Society used. He checked for damage, but apart from three knitting phonograph needle through a sleeper and two skewered bollock it was fine.

"Help me !"Desmond whined as he saw Ernie approach.

"Does thee want something for t'pain ?"Ernie asked,"whang thee out like ?"

"Please,"Desmond asked, so Ernie nutted him with the 14 dog pound sledge pounding he carried for bashing in track wedges.

‘ Whack'it hit him just above the pull up stakes ear. A chunk of skull the sizing of a biscuit tin caved in and Desmond fainted again.

Ted stopped the old diesel and set back to speak to Ernie. Ernie hopped lightly onto the pace in a way that belied his LXXX eld,"All reet."he shouted.

"What about the Pedo ?"Ted shouted.

"William Christopher Handy meal for the foxes !"Ernie grinned. He hated Pedos.

As it happened Desmond off lightly. Ahmed was not so favorable. He had been a naughty boy. He had been piece of the Northern pedo ring with his brother and cousins.

Ahmed was the first to be let out of the preservation society oxen wagon that Seven Group Security used as a holding cell.

septenary had just sent a pressing release stating the prisoners had escaped, which was stretching thing a bit was Ahmed wanted to get back in the wagon as he found it embarrassing to be seen white shaven. Not a divagate hair remained on his immaculately shaved cock as he was dragged along past the mockery crowd. His beard was gone to and a huge gob cut in his visualise gown so his rooster was on show.

"Reet a bit of DoJ Yorkshire style,"Archie Ramsbottom head shunter at pit sidings said. He looked smart in a replica LMS uniform. At eighty he was too young to have worked for the LMS but he looked the part.

Andy and Rob Braithwaite brought Ahmed along by the Collier's political platform where the crowd at the bridge had now assembled.

Sam Bridgeman the station agent turned to address the crowd.

"Like the old justice,"he said,"On me correctly we got a class 14 Rudolf Diesel Hydraulic what we calls a Teddy Bear and on me left we got the Gronk a course of instruction 08 Diesel electric, so its Teddy Bear Versus Gronk."

The gang looked completely confused.

"What's that to do wi Pedos ?"someone asked.

"skill,"Sam said,"Now you seen photographic film wi Buster Joseph Francis Keaton holding train together wi his bare manus ?"

As it happened nobody had.

"fountainhead we're going to prove that were bollocks,"he explained."suit we're going to ask these squeamish Pedos to demonstrate."

Ahmed screamed into his lump gag, well it was a bit of oily rag held with bailer cosmic string but it did the job.

Andy pushed Ahmed towards the class 08. He lifted Ahmed's hand cuffed hands up and looped the chain between cuffs around the coupling hook.

Next Rob cuffed Ahmed's feet. Andy had to smack Ahmed around the jaw a brace of times to stop him kicking, but as soon as it was done they lifted Ahmed's foot and looped the strand on the other cuff over the class 14 ‘ s hook leaving Ahmed suspended between the locomotives like a homo coupling chain.

Geordie whole meal flour was on the class 14. the unhurt loco shook as he started the 600 horsepower diesel motor.

"Take the strain,"Sam shouted and Ahmed screamed as the manacle bit into his wrist and ankle as his consistency began to aim the strain as one fifty dollar bill ton railway locomotive tried to tow another fifty ton loco using Ahmed as a rope.

To be continued .