Training Desmond


Desmond woke. His head 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 legs were cold. He was lying on something very hard. He was outside. The grey light of morning. Rain mottle overhead. A railroad train was coming. He was lying on something hard. It was vibrating.

Desmond's thoughts merged. His glob trauma. He sat up and suffering 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 railway track and a train was coming. He fainted.

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

"Oh well, next prison term 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 briny colliery and the old coal waggon thundered harmlessly over Desmond's supine body.

Desmond woke again. This prison term his judgment worked overtime. He was lying on a railway system track.
He had no trouser on, and his balls were nailed to a wagon-lit with six inch nails.

Actually he was wrong, they had used knitting acerate leaf 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 tablet on it. Filming.

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

Now he understood.

"You all reet Pedo ?"someone asked.

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

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

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

"wagon train's coming mate, I should bed off if I was you."someone shouted helpfully.

He recognised the chief of the Jury laughing. The homage Usher, his own attorney, three uniformed policemen.

"Ashley Muppet, Tyne and wear TV, do you have any last words ?"a newsperson 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 yr old grade 08 Rudolf Christian Karl Diesel rocked and rolled on the worn out cut. It was doing at least 25 statute mile an hour, 10 quicker than it was supposed to go as it swung round the curve and Desmond caught muckle of it.

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

"Three times,"Ted agreed.

"And han't done fuck all. Now the dopey cunt is awake he han't got fucking good 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 nosepiece wall lined with people who hated him.

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

"Whooo yes !"someone shouted.

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

Desmond looked at the bloody kettle of fish that had been his balls. His cock skin was mostly missing as was his testicles. He fainted. Again.

"Yes !"the cheer went up.

Ernie Edward White walked up to where Desmond lay. He was in direction of the runway which the Hartley main Colliery railway preservation society used. He checked for damage, but apart from three knitting needles through a sleeping car and two skewered testicle 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 pound sledge malleus he carried for bashing in railing wedges.

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

Ted stopped the old diesel and set back to verbalize to Ernie. Ernie hopped lightly onto the step in a way that belied his 80 years,"All reet."he shouted.

"What about the Pedo ?"Ted shouted.

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

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

Ahmed was the 1st to be let out of the preservation Societies Cattle wagon that 7 radical Security used as a holding cell.

septenary had just sent a press spill stating the prisoners had escaped, which was stretching things a bit was Ahmed wanted to get back in the black Maria as he found it embarrassing to be seen clean shaven. Not a stray hair remained on his immaculately shaved cock as he was dragged along past the scoffing gang. His beard was gone to and a huge gob cut in his take to robe so his cock was on show.

"Reet a bit of justice Yorkshire style,"Archie Ramsbottom head shunter at Colliery sidings said. He looked smart in a replication LMS uniform. At LXXX he was too young to have worked for the LMS but he looked the part.

Andy and Rob Braithwaite brought Ahmed along by the pitman's political platform where the crowd at the nosepiece had now assembled.

Sam Bridgeman the Stationmaster turned to turn to the crowd.

"Like the old jurist,"he said,"On me right we got a grade 14 diesel engine Hydraulic what we calls a Teddy Bear and on me left we got the Gronk a class 08 Diesel electric automobile, so its slip Bear Versus Gronk."

The crowd looked completely confused.

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

"science,"Sam said,"Now you seen films wi Buster Keaton holding string together wi his bare hands ?"

As it happened nobody had.

"fountainhead we're going to evidence that were bollock,"he explained."Cause we're going to ask these nice Pedos to demonstrate."

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

Andy pushed Ahmed towards the social class 08. He lifted Ahmed's mitt cuffed hands up and looped the Ernst Boris Chain between cuffs around the coupling hook.

Next Rob cuffed Ahmed's feet. Andy had to smell Ahmed around the jaw a couple of meter to terminate him kicking, but as soon as it was done they lifted Ahmed's foot and looped the chain on the other handcuffs over the stratum 14 ‘ s hook leaving Ahmed suspended between the locomotive engine like a homo coupling chain.

Geordie Graham was on the form 14. the unharmed loco shook as he started the 600 horsepower Diesel motor.

"learn the strain,"Sam shouted and Ahmed screamed as the cuffs bit into his articulatio radiocarpea and ankle joint as his eubstance began to assume the strain as one fifty ton locomotive tried to tow another fifty ton loco using Ahmed as a rope.

To be continued .