Training Desmond


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

Desmond woke and gradually became aware of his situation. His legs were inhuman. He was lying on something very hard. He was outside. The grey light of sunrise. Rain mottle overhead. A train was coming. He was lying on something grueling. It was vibrating.

Desmond's thoughts merged. His glob trauma. He sat up and agony ripped through him. He lay down again. His bollock trauma. He couldn't see his balls. He explored with his work force. His balls were bleeding. They were fixed to something. A train was coming. He was lying on a railway system trail and a power train was coming. He fainted.

"Missed the prick,"Ted Rogers sighed as Desmond fainted at the last second and the 350 horsepower Diesel shunting engine passed harmlessly over Desmond for the third time.

"Oh well, next metre 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 mount 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 pant on, and his Lucille Ball 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 hurting defeated him. He looked cycle. 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 ?"mortal asked.

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

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

All the minuscule boys. And not so little son. The I he had taken camping with the boy scout troop. The ones who he kept warm when they cried.

"Train's coming match, I should fuck 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 survive words ?"a reporter shouted.

"Yeah got any last 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 throttle well over as the 60 class old class 08 diesel rocked and rolled on the worn out rails. It was doing at to the lowest degree 25 international nautical mile an hour, 10 immobile than it was supposed to go as it swung round the curve and Desmond caught sight of it.

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

"ternion prison term,"Ted agreed.

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

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

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

He almost lay down and died, but a selfish bar led him to try to carry on his miserable perverted animation a bit longer and with a superhuman campaign he flung himself off the data track and away from the train.

"Whooo yes !"someone shouted.

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

Desmond looked at the bloody mess that had been his balls. His peter hide was mostly missing as was his bollock. He fainted. Again.

"Yes !"the cheer went up.

Ernie White walked up to where Desmond lay. He was in guardianship of the track which the Hartley Main Colliery railway Preservation companionship used. He checked for damage, but apart from three knitting needles through a sleeper and two skewered testicles it was fine.

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

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

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

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

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

"What about the Pedo ?"Ted shouted.

"Handy meal for the Charles James Fox !"Ernie grinned. He hated Pedos.

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

Ahmed was the first to be let out of the preservation bon ton Cattle wagon that septet radical security measure used as a holding cell.

heptad had just sent a public press passing stating the prisoner 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 clean shaven. Not a wander hair remained on his immaculately shaved peter as he was dragged along past the jeering crowd. His face fungus was gone to and a immense golf hole cut in his take to robe so his cock 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 coal miner's platform where the gang at the bridge had now assembled.

Sam Bridgeman the Stationmaster turned to address the crowd.

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

The crowd looked completely confused.

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

"scientific discipline,"Sam said,"Now you seen films wi Buster Joseph Francis Keaton holding string together wi his bare manus ?"

As it happened nobody had.

"Well we're going to testify that were bollocks,"he explained."suit 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 cosmic string but it did the job.

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

Next Rob cuffed Ahmed's feet. Andy had to smack Ahmed around the jaw a pair of times to discontinue him kicking, but as soon as it was done they lifted Ahmed's feet and looped the chain on the other handcuffs over the class 14 ‘ s hook leaving Ahmed suspended between the engine like a human yoke chain.

Geordie Graham was on the class 14. the wholly loco shook as he started the 600 H.P. Rudolf Diesel motor.

"train the song,"Sam shouted and Ahmed screamed as the cuffs bit into his wrists and ankles as his soundbox began to take the strain as one fifty ton railway locomotive tried to tow another fifty ton loco using Ahmed as a rope.

To be continued .