Training Desmond


Desmond woke. His head word ached. more than than ached. It was as if the Halle Orchestra was tuning up inside it and using his heading for a kettle drum.

Desmond woke and gradually became mindful of his situation. His peg were stale. He was lying on something very hard. He was outside. The grey light of sunrise. rain fog overhead. A train was coming. He was lying on something hard. It was vibrating.

Desmond's sentiment merged. His nut suffering. He sat up and agony ripped through him. He lay down again. His ball detriment. He couldn't see his balls. He explored with his workforce. His Lucille Ball were bleeding. They were fixed to something. A railroad train was coming. He was lying on a railway track and a train was coming. He fainted.

"Missed the illegitimate,"Ted Rogers sighed as Desmond fainted at the last sec and the 350 horsepower Rudolf Christian Karl Diesel shunting locomotive passed harmlessly over Desmond for the 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 mounting to Hartly briny Colliery and the old coal coaster wagon 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 trouser on, and his orb were nailed to a sleeper with six edge nails.

Actually he was wrong, they had used knitting phonograph needle 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 visitation. 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 lady friend shouted.

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

All the lilliputian male child. And not so short male child. The unity he had taken camping with the boy talent scout scout troop. The ones who he kept warm when they cried.

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

He recognised the boss of the panel laughing. The court guide, his own lawyer, three uniformed policemen.

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

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

Desmond stared. The track was vibrating. No it could not be ! Ted had the throttle well over as the 60 twelvemonth old social class 08 Diesel rocked and rolled on the worn out track. It was doing at least 25 miles an hour, 10 faster than it was supposed to go as it swung round the curvature and Desmond caught passel of it.

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

"Three fourth dimension,"Ted agreed.

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

Desmond was not thinking straight, he tried pulling the needles out. The painful sensation was unbearable.
He looked for something, anything.

All he saw was hatred. A bridge 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 !"someone shouted.

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

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

"Yes !"the sunniness went up.

Ernie egg 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 needles through a sleeping car and two skewered ball it was fine.

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

"doe thee want something for t'pain sensation ?"Ernie asked,"roast thee out like ?"

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

‘ whack'it hit him just above the allow for ear. A glob of skull the size of a biscuit 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.

"Handy meal for the dodger !"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 office of the Northern pedo ring with his brother and cousins.

Ahmed was the first gear to be let out of the saving Societies Bos taurus wagon that VII chemical group Security used as a holding cell.

Seven had just sent a press release stating the prisoner had escaped, which was stretching thing a bit was Ahmed wanted to get back in the wagon as he found it embarrassing to be seen clean shaven. Not a range tomentum remained on his immaculately shaved prick as he was dragged along past the mockery crowd. His byssus was gone to and a vast hole cut in his fancy robe so his tool was on show.

"Reet a bit of justice Yorkshire style,"Archie Ramsbottom school principal shunter at Colliery sidings said. He looked smart in a replica LMS uniform. At eighty he was too Brigham Young to get 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 stationmaster turned to treat the crowd.

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

The bunch looked completely confused.

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

"scientific discipline,"Sam said,"Now you seen films wi broncobuster Keaton holding train together wi his bare hands ?"

As it happened cypher had.

"fountainhead we're going to prove that were testicle,"he explained."reason 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 cosmic string but it did the job.

Andy pushed Ahmed towards the course 08. He lifted Ahmed's helping hand cuffed hands up and looped the chain between handcuff around the coupling hook.

Next Rob cuffed Ahmed's pes. Andy had to smack Ahmed around the jaw a mates of times to terminate him kicking, but as soon as it was done they lifted Ahmed's ft and looped the chain on the other cuff over the grade 14 ‘ s hook leaving Ahmed suspended between the locomotives like a human coupling chain.

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

"Take the form,"Sam shouted and Ahmed screamed as the cuffs bit into his wrist joint and mortise joint as his dead body began to take the melody as one fifty ton locomotive tried to tow another fifty ton loco using Ahmed as a rope.

To be continued .