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 mind for a kettle drum.

Desmond woke and gradually became aware of his post. His legs were cold. He was lying on something very hard. He was outside. The Lady Jane Grey light of morning. rain clouds disk overhead. A geartrain was coming. He was lying on something hard. It was vibrating.

Desmond's thoughts merged. His balls hurt. He sat up and agony ripped through him. He lay down again. His ballock hurt. He couldn't see his balls. He explored with his manus. His testis 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 second and the 350 horsepower Rudolf Diesel shunting engine 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 wagons thundered harmlessly over Desmond's supine body.

Desmond woke again. This clock time his mind worked overtime. He was lying on a railway track.
He had no pant on, and his balls 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 pain defeated him. He looked round. A tripod with a pill on it. Filming.

He remembered the run. 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 lilliputian son. And not so slight male child. The ones he had taken camping with the boy lookout man scout troop. The unity who he kept affectionate when they cried.

"Train's coming mate, I should have a go at it off if I was you."someone shouted helpfully.

He recognised the gaffer of the Jury laughing. The motor lodge James Ussher, his own lawyer, three uniformed policemen.

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

"Yeah got any live intelligence 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 year old class 08 diesel rocked and rolled on the worn out track. It was doing at least 25 geographical mile an hour, 10 debauched than it was supposed to go as it swung round the bender and Desmond caught sight of it.

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

"triad times,"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 needles out. The infliction was unbearable.
He looked for something, anything.

All he saw was hatred. A bridge deck rampart lined with citizenry who hated him.

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

"Whooo yes !"individual shouted.

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

Desmond looked at the bloody hatful that had been his balls. His turncock tegument was mostly missing as was his orchis. He fainted. Again.

"Yes !"the sunshine went up.

Ernie T. H. 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 phonograph needle through a wagon-lit and two skewered nut it was fine.

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

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

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

‘ Whack'it hit him just above the get out ear. A chunk of skull the size of it 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 footsteps in a way that belied his eighty years,"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 prosperous. He had been a naughty boy. He had been share of the Northern pedo ring with his brother and cousins.

Ahmed was the firstly to be let out of the preservation Societies kine wagon that septet radical Security used as a holding cell.

Seven had just sent a press dismission 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 err hair remained on his immaculately shaved putz as he was dragged along past the mockery crew. His beard was gone to and a huge hole cut in his project robe so his cock was on show.

"Reet a bit of Department of Justice Yorkshire elan,"Archie Ramsbottom head shunter at Colliery sidings said. He looked smart in a replica LMS uniform. At LXXX he was too youth to experience worked for the LMS but he looked the part.

Andy and Rob Braithwaite brought Ahmed along by the pitman's chopine where the crowd at the span had now assembled.

Sam Bridgeman the stationmaster turned to address the crowd.

"Like the old DoJ,"he said,"On me right wing we got a class 14 Rudolf Diesel Hydraulic what we calls a Teddy Bear and on me left we got the Gronk a stratum 08 Diesel galvanizing, so its Teddy 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 broncobuster Keaton holding power train together wi his bare bridge player ?"

As it happened nobody had.

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

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

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

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

Geordie whole meal flour was on the class 14. the whole loco shook as he started the 600 horsepower diesel motor.

"take in the strain,"Sam shouted and Ahmed screamed as the cuffs bit into his wrist joint and mortise joint as his body began to make the stress as one 50 ton locomotive tried to tow another fifty ton loco using Ahmed as a rope.

To be continued .