Training Desmond


Desmond woke. His school principal ached. More than ached. It was as if the Halle-an-der-Saale Orchestra was tuning up inside it and using his top dog for a tympanum drum.

Desmond woke and gradually became aware of his situation. His legs were cold. He was lying on something very hard. He was outside. The greyish light of break of day. Rain sully overhead. A wagon train was coming. He was lying on something firmly. It was vibrating.

Desmond's mentation merged. His orchis 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 hands. His balls were bleeding. They were fixed to something. A train was coming. He was lying on a railroad rail and a train was coming. He fainted.

"Missed the bastard,"Ted Virginia Katherine McMath sighed as Desmond fainted at the last second and the 350 horsepower Rudolf Christian Karl Diesel shunting locomotive passed harmlessly over Desmond for the third 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 climb to Hartly Main Colliery and the old coal Plough thundered harmlessly over Desmond's supine body.

Desmond woke again. This clock time his intellect worked overtime. He was lying on a railway track.
He had no pant on, and his lump were nailed to a railroad tie with six in 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 cycle. A tripod with a tablet on it. Filming.

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

Now he understood.

"You all reet Pedo ?"someone asked.

He looked daily round,"Up here Pedo,"a little girl shouted.

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

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

"gear's coming mate, I should love off if I was you."someone 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 have any last Scripture ?"a reporter shouted.

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

Desmond stared. The track was vibrating. No it could not be ! Ted had the gas pedal well over as the 60 year old course of study 08 diesel rocked and rolled on the worn out track. It was doing at to the lowest degree 25 miles an time of day, 10 degraded than it was supposed to go as it swung round the breaking ball and Desmond caught good deal of it.

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

"triplet time,"Ted agreed.

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

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

All he saw was hatred. A bridge deck 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 life a bit longer and with a superhuman effort he flung himself off the racecourse and away from the train.

"Whooo yes !"somebody shouted.

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

Desmond looked at the bloody quite a little that had been his balls. His turncock peel was mostly missing as was his testicles. He fainted. Again.

"Yes !"the cheerfulness went up.

Ernie Andrew Dickson White walked up to where Desmond lay. He was in bursting charge of the path which the David Hartley Main colliery railroad line preservation Society used. He checked for damage, but apart from three knitting needles through a sleeper goby and two skewered orchis it was fine.

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

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

"Please,"Desmond asked, so Ernie nutted him with the 14 punt sledge hammering he carried for bashing in rails wedges.

‘ whang'it hit him just above the left over ear. A chunk of skull the size of a cookie tin caved in and Desmond fainted again.

Ted stopped the old Diesel and set back to speak to Ernie. Ernie hopped lightly onto the stride in a way that belied his eighty year,"All reet."he shouted.

"What about the Pedo ?"Ted shouted.

"W. C. Handy meal for the Fox !"Ernie grinned. He hated Pedos.

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

Ahmed was the low gear to be let out of the preservation smart set Cattle wagon that heptad Group certificate used as a holding cell.

VII had just sent a jam release stating the prisoners had escaped, which was stretching affair a bit was Ahmed wanted to get back in the paddy wagon as he found it embarrassing to be seen neat shaven. Not a stray hairsbreadth remained on his immaculately shaved cock as he was dragged along past the jeering crowd. His beard was gone to and a huge hole cut in his fancy robe so his tool was on show.

"Reet a bit of justice Yorkshire style,"Archie Ramsbottom caput shunter at Colliery siding said. He looked smart in a replica LMS uniform. At eighty he was too Whitney Moore Young Jr. to receive 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 bridge had now assembled.

Sam Bridgeman the stationmaster turned to address the crowd.

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

The crowd looked completely confused.

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

"Science,"Sam said,"Now you seen films wi Buster Joseph Francis Keaton holding trains together wi his bare hand ?"

As it happened nobody had.

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

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

Andy pushed Ahmed towards the course 08. He lifted Ahmed's bridge player cuffed hands up and looped the chain between handlock around the coupling hook.

Next Rob cuffed Ahmed's feet. Andy had to smack Ahmed around the jaw a couple of times to block up him kicking, but as soon as it was done they lifted Ahmed's metrical unit and looped the chain on the other handcuffs over the course 14 ‘ s crotchet leaving Ahmed suspended between the engine like a human coupling chain.

Geordie graham was on the form 14. the wholly loco shook as he started the 600 HP diesel motor.

"Take the melodic phrase,"Sam shouted and Ahmed screamed as the cuffs bit into his articulatio radiocarpea and ankles as his soundbox began to direct the strain as one fifty ton locomotive engine tried to tow another fifty ton loco using Ahmed as a rope.

To be continued .