Training Desmond


Desmond woke. His question ached. more than ached. It was as if the Halle-an-der-Saale Orchestra was tuning up inside it and using his headland for a kettle drum.

Desmond woke and gradually became aware of his state of affairs. His peg were cold. He was lying on something very hard. He was outside. The grayness light of morning. Rain clouds command processing overhead. A geartrain was coming. He was lying on something hard. It was vibrating.

Desmond's view merged. His balls detriment. He sat up and agony ripped through him. He lay down again. His nut suffering. He couldn't see his orchis. He explored with his hired hand. His orchis were bleeding. They were fixed to something. A string was coming. He was lying on a railway lead and a train was coming. He fainted.

"Missed the dickhead,"Ted Rogers sighed as Desmond fainted at the last second base and the 350 horsepower diesel shunting railway locomotive passed harmlessly over Desmond for the one-third time.

"Oh well, succeeding 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 ember wagon thundered harmlessly over Desmond's supine body.

Desmond woke again. This fourth dimension his nous worked overtime. He was lying on a railway track.
He had no trousers on, and his lump were nailed to a wagon-lit with six edge nails.

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

Desmond tried to sit up but the pain in the neck defeated him. He looked turn. A tripod with a tab on it. Filming.

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

Now he understood.

"You all reet Pedo ?"individual asked.

He looked round,"Up here Pedo,"a miss shouted.

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

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

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

He recognised the foreman of the Jury laughing. The royal court usher, his own lawyer, three uniformed policemen.

"Ashley Muppet, Tyne and Wear TV, do you have any last Book ?"a reporter shouted.

"Yeah got any live on watchword Pedo, trains coming."Trevor ‘ Michael'Kane shouted as he necked another can of john Smiths.

Desmond stared. The rails was vibrating. No it could not be ! Ted had the throttle well over as the 60 twelvemonth old division 08 diesel rocked and rolled on the worn out track. It was doing at least 25 miles an hour, 10 faster than it was supposed to go as it swung round the curvature and Desmond caught sight of it.

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

"Three times,"Ted agreed.

"And han't done fuck all. Now the dopey cunt is awake he han't got fucking sensation 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 rampart 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 living a bit longer and with a superhuman effort he flung himself off the tracks and away from the train.

"Whooo yes !"someone shouted.

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

Desmond looked at the bloody hole that had been his balls. His prick skin was mostly missing as was his testis. 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 Preservation Society used. He checked for damage, but apart from three knitting needles through a sleeper and two skewered orchis it was fine.

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

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

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

‘ Whack'it hit him just above the result 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 mouth to Ernie. Ernie hopped lightly onto the step in a way that belied his eighty twelvemonth,"All reet."he shouted.

"What about the Pedo ?"Ted shouted.

"W. C. Handy meal for the George Fox !"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 parting of the Northern pedo ring with his buddy and cousins.

Ahmed was the 1st to be let out of the preservation beau monde Cattle wagon that VII Group security used as a holding cell.

Seven had just sent a crush release stating the prisoners 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 uncontaminating shaven. Not a stray hair remained on his immaculately shaved rooster as he was dragged along past the jeer crowd. His beard was gone to and a vast kettle of fish cut in his fancy robe so his cock was on show.

"Reet a bit of justice Yorkshire style,"Archie Ramsbottom head shunter at Colliery siding said. He looked smart in a replication LMS uniform. At eighty he was too vernal 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 come up to the crowd.

"Like the old justice,"he said,"On me rightfulness we got a division 14 Rudolf Christian Karl Diesel Hydraulic what we calls a shift 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 ?"somebody asked.

"Science,"Sam said,"Now you seen flick wi dude Keaton holding trains together wi his bare bridge player ?"

As it happened nonentity had.

"wellspring we're going to prove that were bollock,"he explained."lawsuit we're going to ask these prissy Pedos to demonstrate."

Ahmed screamed into his ball gag, well it was a composition of oily rag held with bailer train 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 handlock around the mating hook.

Next Rob cuffed Ahmed's ft. Andy had to smack Ahmed around the jaw a couple of times to bar him kicking, but as soon as it was done they lifted Ahmed's feet and looped the chemical chain on the early handlock over the class 14 ‘ s hook leaving Ahmed suspended between the locomotive engine like a human coupling chain.

Geordie Graham was on the course of instruction 14. the whole loco shook as he started the 600 H.P. Rudolf Christian Karl Diesel motor.

"Take the song,"Sam shouted and Ahmed screamed as the handlock bit into his wrists and ankle joint as his body began to take aim the melodic phrase as one fifty ton locomotive tried to tow another fifty ton loco using Ahmed as a rope.

To be continued .