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 drumhead for a kettle drum.

Desmond woke and gradually became cognisant of his situation. His peg were moth-eaten. He was lying on something very hard. He was outside. The grey light of morning. Rain clouds command overhead. A train was coming. He was lying on something hard. It was vibrating.

Desmond's persuasion merged. His clod hurt. He sat up and excruciation ripped through him. He lay down again. His egg damage. He couldn't see his testis. He explored with his hands. His balls were bleeding. They were fixed to something. A train was coming. He was lying on a railroad track and a caravan was coming. He fainted.

"Missed the son of a bitch,"Ted Rogers sighed as Desmond fainted at the final stage mo and the 350 horsepower diesel shunting locomotive engine passed harmlessly over Desmond for the third time.

"Oh well, next 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 Colliery and the old coal station waggon 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 egg were nailed to a sleeper with six inch 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 hurting defeated him. He looked stave. A tripod with a tablet 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 round,"Up here Pedo,"a girl shouted.

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

All the little boys. And not so slight boys. The ones he had taken camping with the boy scout flock. The ones who he kept warm when they cried.

"caravan's coming mate, I should fuck off if I was you."someone shouted helpfully.

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

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

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

Desmond stared. The track was vibrating. No it could not be ! Ted had the throttle well over as the 60 year old grade 08 Rudolf Christian Karl Diesel rocked and rolled on the worn out track. It was doing at to the lowest degree 25 statute mile an hour, 10 flying 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 ?"

"triplet meter,"Ted agreed.

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

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

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

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

"Whooo yes !"somebody shouted.

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

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

"Yes !"the cheer went up.

Ernie White person walked up to where Desmond lay. He was in bang of the track which the Hartley Main pit Railway Preservation high society used. He checked for wrong, but apart from three knitting needles through a slumberer and two skewered ballock it was fine.

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

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

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

‘ belt'it hit him just above the left ear. A lump 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 footsteps in a way that belied his LXXX year,"All reet."he shouted.

"What about the Pedo ?"Ted shouted.

"William Christopher 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 part of the Northern pedo ring with his brother and cousins.

Ahmed was the first to be let out of the preservation Societies kine wagon that Seven Group Security used as a holding cell.

VII had just sent a press release 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 clear shaven. Not a digress hair remained on his immaculately shaved peter as he was dragged along past the jeer crowd. His beard was gone to and a huge hole cut in his fancy robe so his cock was on show.

"Reet a bit of jurist Yorkshire way,"Archie Ramsbottom capitulum shunter at Colliery siding 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 Collier's platform where the crowd at the bridge had now assembled.

Sam Bridgeman the station agent turned to address the crowd.

"Like the old justice,"he said,"On me redress we got a year 14 diesel engine Hydraulic what we calls a Teddy Bear and on me left we got the Gronk a class 08 Diesel electric, so its shimmy Bear Versus Gronk."

The gang looked completely confused.

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

"Science,"Sam said,"Now you seen films wi baby buster Keaton holding train together wi his bare hands ?"

As it happened nobody had.

"Well we're going to prove that were testis,"he explained."lawsuit 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 bowed stringed instrument but it did the job.

Andy pushed Ahmed towards the class 08. He lifted Ahmed's manus cuffed hands up and looped the chain of mountains between cuffs around the coupling hook.

Next Rob cuffed Ahmed's pes. Andy had to smack Ahmed around the jaw a duo of fourth dimension to halt him kicking, but as soon as it was done they lifted Ahmed's feet and looped the chain of mountains on the other handcuffs over the class 14 ‘ s hook shot leaving Ahmed suspended between the locomotives like a homo union chain.

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

"lease the strain,"Sam shouted and Ahmed screamed as the cuffs bit into his carpus and ankles as his body began to take the striving as one 50 ton locomotive tried to tow another 50 ton loco using Ahmed as a rope.

To be continued .