Training Desmond


Desmond woke. His top dog ached. more than ached. It was as if the Halle Orchestra was tuning up inside it and using his head teacher for a kettle drum.

Desmond woke and gradually became cognisant of his situation. His legs were cold. He was lying on something very hard. He was outside. The hoary Light of morning. rain down befog viewgraph. A train was coming. He was lying on something voiceless. It was vibrating.

Desmond's opinion merged. His orb hurt. He sat up and agony ripped through him. He lay down again. His bollock hurt. He couldn't see his balls. He explored with his hands. His balls were bleeding. They were fixed to something. A power train was coming. He was lying on a railway running and a wagon train was coming. He fainted.

"Missed the bastard,"Ted Ginger Rogers sighed as Desmond fainted at the last second and the 350 horsepower diesel shunting locomotive passed harmlessly over Desmond for the third time.

"Oh well, next clip 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 climb to Hartly Main Colliery and the old coal wagons thundered harmlessly over Desmond's supine body.

Desmond woke again. This sentence his mind worked overtime. He was lying on a railway track.
He had no pant on, and his balls were nailed to a slumberer with six in nails.

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

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

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

Now he understood.

"You all reet Pedo ?"mortal asked.

He looked round,"Up here Pedo,"a young lady shouted.

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

All the piddling male child. And not so little boys. The ones he had taken camping with the boy lookout flock. The 1 who he kept warm when they cried.

"gear's coming mate, I should sleep with off if I was you."soul shouted helpfully.

He recognised the foreman of the Jury laughing. The Court Usher, his own lawyer, three uniformed policemen.

"Ashley Muppet, Tyne and Wear TV, do you get any utmost Son ?"a newsperson shouted.

"Yeah got any final Book Pedo, trains coming."Trevor ‘ Michael'Kane shouted as he necked another can of John the Divine Smiths.

Desmond stared. The raceway was vibrating. No it could not be ! Ted had the gas well over as the 60 year old form 08 diesel rocked and rolled on the worn out rail. It was doing at least 25 Swedish mile an hour, 10 faster than it was supposed to go as it swung round the bender and Desmond caught deal of it.

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

"ternary meter,"Ted agreed.

"And han't done fuck all. Now the dopey twat is awake he han't got fucking good sense to lie down."

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

All he saw was hatred. A bridge paries 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 movement he flung himself off the tracks and away from the train.

"Whooo yes !"mortal shouted.

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

Desmond looked at the bloody mess that had been his balls. His cock skin was mostly missing as was his orchis. He fainted. Again.

"Yes !"the cheer went up.

Ernie White walked up to where Desmond lay. He was in charge of the track which the Hartley Main Colliery Railway conservation gild used. He checked for damage, but apart from three knitting needles through a sleeping car and two skewered ballock it was fine.

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

"doe thee want something for t'pain ?"Ernie asked,"Knock thee out like ?"

"Please,"Desmond asked, so Ernie nutted him with the 14 Egyptian pound sledge power hammer he carried for bashing in rail wedges.

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

Ted stopped the old diesel engine and set back to utter to Ernie. Ernie hopped lightly onto the footsteps in a way that belied his eighty geezerhood,"All reet."he shouted.

"What about the Pedo ?"Ted shouted.

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

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

Ahmed was the maiden to be let out of the conservation companionship cattle wagon that 7 group security department used as a holding cell.

seven had just sent a public press sack stating the captive had escaped, which was stretching things a bit was Ahmed wanted to get back in the wagon as he found it embarrassing to be seen blank shaven. Not a rove pilus remained on his immaculately shaved cock as he was dragged along past the jeering crowd. His beard was gone to and a immense hole cut in his fantasy robe so his pecker was on show.

"Reet a bit of justness Yorkshire fashion,"Archie Ramsbottom promontory shunter at colliery sidings said. He looked smart in a replication LMS uniform. At eighty he was too young to induce worked for the LMS but he looked the part.

Andy and Rob Braithwaite brought Ahmed along by the pitman's platform where the bunch at the bridge had now assembled.

Sam Bridgeman the station agent turned to address the crowd.

"Like the old Department of Justice,"he said,"On me right field we got a class 14 Diesel Hydraulic what we calls a Teddy Bear and on me left we got the Gronk a class 08 Diesel electric, so its Teddy Bear Versus Gronk."

The crowd looked completely confused.

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

"Science,"Sam said,"Now you seen moving picture wi bronco buster Buster Keaton holding caravan together wi his bare hands ?"

As it happened nonentity had.

"Well we're going to raise that were bollocks,"he explained."drive we're going to ask these nice Pedos to demonstrate."

Ahmed screamed into his clump gag, well it was a piece of oily rag held with bailer 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 foundation. Andy had to smell Ahmed around the jaw a couple of meter to break off him kicking, but as soon as it was done they lifted Ahmed's metrical foot and looped the chain on the other handlock over the class 14 ‘ s crotchet leaving Ahmed suspended between the locomotive like a human coupling chain.

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

"conduct the strain,"Sam shouted and Ahmed screamed as the cuffs bit into his wrist joint and ankle joint as his soundbox began to take the strain as one fifty ton locomotor tried to tow another L ton loco using Ahmed as a rope.

To be continued .