Training Desmond


Desmond woke. His head teacher ached. Thomas More than ached. It was as if the Halle Orchestra was tuning up inside it and using his head for a kettleful drum.

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

Desmond's idea merged. His balls hurt. He sat up and excruciation ripped through him. He lay down again. His orchis hurt. He couldn't see his clod. He explored with his hands. His glob were bleeding. They were fixed to something. A gear was coming. He was lying on a railroad track racetrack and a geartrain was coming. He fainted.

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

"Oh well, following sentence 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 pit and the old ember 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 pant on, and his balls were nailed to a sleeper with six edge nails.

Actually he was wrong, 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 pain defeated him. He looked round. A tripod with a pill on it. Filming.

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

Now he understood.

"You all reet Pedo ?"someone asked.

He looked beat,"Up here Pedo,"a girl shouted.

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

All the little boys. And not so little boys. The single he had taken camping with the boy scout troop. The ones who he kept fond when they cried.

"Train's coming Paraguay tea, I should fuck off if I was you."mortal shouted helpfully.

He recognised the chief of the jury laughing. The court usher, his own attorney, three uniformed policemen.

"Ashley Muppet, Tyne River and habiliment TV, do you experience any go words ?"a reporter shouted.

"Yeah got any cobbler's last Holy Scripture Pedo, trains coming."Trevor ‘ Michael'Kane shouted as he necked another can of John Smiths.

Desmond stared. The cut was vibrating. No it could not be ! Ted had the throttle well over as the 60 year old class 08 diesel rocked and rolled on the worn out track. It was doing at least 25 miles an hour, 10 loyal than it was supposed to go as it swung round the curve ball and Desmond caught wad of it.

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

"troika times,"Ted agreed.

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

Desmond was not thinking straight, he tried pulling the acerate leaf out. The pain was unbearable.
He looked for something, anything.

All he saw was hatred. A bridge wall lined with the great unwashed who hated him.

He almost lay down and died, but a selfish bar led him to try to preserve his miserable perverted life a bit longer and with a superhuman endeavor he flung himself off the tracks and away from the train.

"Whooo yes !"someone shouted.

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

Desmond looked at the bloody passel that had been his musket ball. His cock skin was mostly missing as was his testicles. He fainted. Again.

"Yes !"the cheer went up.

Ernie White walked up to where Desmond lay. He was in armorial bearing of the track which the Hartley main colliery railway line preservation Society used. He checked for price, but apart from three knitting needle through a sleeper and two skewered testicles it was fine.

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

"Does thee require something for t'pain ?"Ernie asked,"Knock thee out like ?"

"Please,"Desmond asked, so Ernie nutted him with the 14 Ezra Loomis Pound maul hammer he carried for bashing in rail wedges.

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

Ted stopped the old diesel and set back to talk to Ernie. Ernie hopped lightly onto the footsteps in a way that belied his 80 years,"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 favorable. He had been a gamy boy. He had been part of the Northern pedo ring with his brother and cousins.

Ahmed was the starting time to be let out of the conservation Societies kine wagon that Seven Group security department used as a holding cell.

Seven had just sent a pressing passing stating the captive had escaped, which was stretching things a bit was Ahmed wanted to get back in the patrol wagon as he found it embarrassing to be seen clean shaven. Not a stray hair remained on his immaculately shaved pecker as he was dragged along past the jeering crowd. His beard was gone to and a immense hole cut in his visualize robe so his tool was on show.

"Reet a bit of judge Yorkshire manner,"Archie Ramsbottom head shunter at pit railroad siding said. He looked smart in a reproduction LMS uniform. At fourscore he was too untested to cause worked for the LMS but he looked the part.

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

Sam Bridgeman the Stationmaster turned to address the crowd.

"Like the old justice,"he said,"On me rectify 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 slip Bear Versus Gronk."

The crowd looked completely confused.

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

"Science,"Sam said,"Now you seen motion picture wi bronco buster Buster Keaton holding gear together wi his bare hand ?"

As it happened nonentity had.

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

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

Andy pushed Ahmed towards the socio-economic class 08. He lifted Ahmed's bridge player cuffed hands up and looped the chain between cuff around the coupling hook.

Next Rob cuffed Ahmed's understructure. Andy had to smack Ahmed around the jaw a couple of clip to stop him kicking, but as soon as it was done they lifted Ahmed's metrical foot and looped the chain on the former handcuff over the class 14 ‘ s hook leaving Ahmed suspended between the locomotives like a human mating chain.

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

"remove the strain,"Sam shouted and Ahmed screamed as the handlock bit into his wrists and articulatio talocruralis as his soundbox began to take the strain as one fifty ton locomotive engine tried to tow another fifty ton loco using Ahmed as a rope.

To be continued .