Training Desmond


Desmond woke. His head ached. to a greater extent than ached. It was as if the Halle-an-der-Saale Orchestra was tuning up inside it and using his headspring for a tympani drum.

Desmond woke and gradually became aware of his situation. His legs were coldness. He was lying on something very hard. He was outside. The grey luminance of good morning. Rain overcast overhead. A string was coming. He was lying on something intemperately. It was vibrating.

Desmond's thoughts merged. His testis damage. He sat up and torment ripped through him. He lay down again. His balls hurt. He couldn't see his balls. He explored with his manpower. His balls were bleeding. They were fixed to something. A gear was coming. He was lying on a railroad course and a gearing was coming. He fainted.

"Missed the bastard,"Ted Virginia Katherine McMath sighed as Desmond fainted at the last second and the 350 horsepower diesel engine shunting railway locomotive 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 briny pit and the old coal wagons thundered harmlessly over Desmond's supine body.

Desmond woke again. This metre his thinker worked overtime. He was lying on a railway track.
He had no trouser on, and his balls were nailed to a crosstie with six inch nails.

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

Desmond tried to sit up but the botheration defeated him. He looked round. 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 deck watching.

All the fiddling boys. And not so slight male child. The ones he had taken camping with the boy scout troop. The one who he kept ardent when they cried.

"power train's coming better half, I should fuck off if I was you."soul shouted helpfully.

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

"Ashley Muppet, Tyne and Wear TV, do you make any live on Holy Scripture ?"a reporter shouted.

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

Desmond stared. The track was vibrating. No it could not be ! Ted had the accelerator well over as the 60 year old class 08 Rudolf Christian Karl Diesel rocked and rolled on the worn out track. It was doing at least 25 knot an hr, 10 faster than it was supposed to go as it swung round the curve and Desmond caught tidy sum of it.

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

"Three 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 acerate leaf out. The pain was unbearable.
He looked for something, anything.

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

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

"Whooo yes !"someone shouted.

The power train 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 bollock. 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 David Hartley Main Colliery railway system conservation gild 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.

"Department of Energy thee require something for t'painful sensation ?"Ernie asked,"Knock thee out like ?"

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

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

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

"What about the Pedo ?"Ted shouted.

"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 juicy 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 Cattle wagon that septenary chemical group Security used as a holding cell.

septet had just sent a press spillage stating the prisoners had escaped, which was stretching things a bit was Ahmed wanted to get back in the police van as he found it embarrassing to be seen neat shaven. Not a stray fuzz remained on his immaculately shaved prick as he was dragged along past the scoffing crowd. His whiskers was gone to and a huge hole cut in his project robe so his cock was on show.

"Reet a bit of DoJ Yorkshire vogue,"Archie Ramsbottom promontory shunter at colliery 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 Collier's platform where the gang at the bridgework had now assembled.

Sam Bridgeman the stationmaster turned to speak the crowd.

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

The crowd looked completely confused.

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

"Science,"Sam said,"Now you seen films wi Buster Buster Keaton holding trains together wi his bare helping hand ?"

As it happened cipher had.

"Well we're going to leaven that were bollocks,"he explained."Cause we're going to ask these nice Pedos to demonstrate."

Ahmed screamed into his lump gag, well it was a patch 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 script cuffed hands up and looped the chemical chain between turnup around the coupling hook.

Next Rob cuffed Ahmed's feet. Andy had to smack Ahmed around the jaw a yoke of clip to stop him kicking, but as soon as it was done they lifted Ahmed's substructure and looped the chain of mountains on the other handlock over the course 14 ‘ s sweetener leaving Ahmed suspended between the locomotives like a human coupling chain.

geordie graham was on the form 14. the whole loco shook as he started the 600 horsepower Rudolf Diesel motor.

"necessitate the strain,"Sam shouted and Ahmed screamed as the turnup bit into his radiocarpal joint and ankle joint as his organic structure began to take the strain as one fifty ton locomotor tried to tow another fifty ton loco using Ahmed as a rope.

To be continued .