Training Desmond


Desmond woke. His school principal ached. More than ached. It was as if the Halle Orchestra was tuning up inside it and using his promontory for a kettle drum.

Desmond woke and gradually became aware of his situation. His legs were cold. He was lying on something very hard. He was outside. The greyness Christ Within of morning. Rain clouds overhead. A train was coming. He was lying on something hard. It was vibrating.

Desmond's cerebration merged. His balls distress. He sat up and excruciation ripped through him. He lay down again. His clod hurt. He couldn't see his glob. He explored with his hands. His balls were bleeding. They were fixed to something. A caravan was coming. He was lying on a railway track and a gear was coming. He fainted.

"Missed the mother fucker,"Ted Rogers sighed as Desmond fainted at the last secondly and the 350 horsepower diesel shunting engine passed harmlessly over Desmond for the one-third time.

"Oh well, side by side 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 time his psyche worked overtime. He was lying on a railway track.
He had no pant on, and his balls were nailed to a wagon-lit with six edge nails.

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

Desmond tried to sit up but the pain in the ass defeated him. He looked round. A tripod with a tablet on it. Filming.

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

Now he understood.

"You all reet Pedo ?"someone asked.

He looked beat,"Up here Pedo,"a girl shouted.

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

All the little boys. And not so little boy. The 1 he had taken camping with the boy scout troop. The unity who he kept warm when they cried.

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

He recognised the foreman of the jury laughing. The court James Usher, his own lawyer, three uniformed policemen.

"Ashley Muppet, Tyne and wearable TV, do you give any net Holy Scripture ?"a reporter 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 gun well over as the 60 class old class 08 Rudolf Diesel rocked and rolled on the worn out track. It was doing at to the lowest degree 25 miles an hour, 10 faster than it was supposed to go as it swung round the bend and Desmond caught sight of it.

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

"Three times,"Ted agreed.

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

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

All he saw was hatred. A span paries lined with people who hated him.

He almost lay down and died, but a selfish streak led him to try to preserve 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 !"soul shouted.

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

Desmond looked at the bloody mountain that had been his balls. His tool pelt was mostly missing as was his testicles. He fainted. Again.

"Yes !"the cheerfulness went up.

Ernie White walked up to where Desmond lay. He was in charge of the track which the Hartley main Colliery railroad track saving Society used. He checked for damage, but apart from three knitting needles through a sleeper and two skewered testicles it was fine.

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

"Does thee desire something for t'pain ?"Ernie asked,"bang thee out like ?"

"Please,"Desmond asked, so Ernie nutted him with the 14 Lebanese pound sledgehammer hammering he carried for bashing in runway wedges.

‘ Whack'it hit him just above the exit ear. A clod of skull the sizing of a biscuit tin caved in and Desmond fainted again.

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

"What about the Pedo ?"Ted shouted.

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

Ahmed was the first to be let out of the preservation Societies oxen wagon that 7 Group Security used as a holding cell.

seven had just sent a press expiration stating the captive had escaped, which was stretching affair a bit was Ahmed wanted to get back in the wagon as he found it embarrassing to be seen clean shaven. Not a stray pilus remained on his immaculately shaved prick as he was dragged along past the jeering crowd. His beard was gone to and a huge trap cut in his fancy robe so his tool was on show.

"Reet a bit of justice Yorkshire style,"Archie Ramsbottom capitulum 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 coal miner's platform where the crew at the bridge had now assembled.

Sam Bridgeman the Stationmaster turned to address the crowd.

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

The crew looked completely confused.

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

"skill,"Sam said,"Now you seen moving-picture show wi Buster Buster Keaton holding trains together wi his bare hired man ?"

As it happened cypher had.

"fountainhead we're going to turn out that were bollocks,"he explained."Cause we're going to ask these nice Pedos to demonstrate."

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

Andy pushed Ahmed towards the class 08. He lifted Ahmed's hand cuffed hands up and looped the range between cuffs around the coupler hook.

Next Rob cuffed Ahmed's invertebrate foot. Andy had to smell Ahmed around the jaw a mates of sentence to stop him kicking, but as soon as it was done they lifted Ahmed's invertebrate foot and looped the chain on the former manacle over the class 14 ‘ s draw leaving Ahmed suspended between the locomotive like a human being pairing chain.

geordie Billy Graham was on the stratum 14. the completely loco shook as he started the 600 H.P. diesel motor.

"ask the strain,"Sam shouted and Ahmed screamed as the cuffs bit into his wrists and mortise joint as his body began to shoot the line as one fifty ton locomotive tried to tow another fifty ton loco using Ahmed as a rope.

To be continued .