Training Desmond


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

Desmond woke and gradually became mindful of his post. His legs were cold. He was lying on something very hard. He was outside. The grey-haired light of morn. rain down dapple viewgraph. A gearing was coming. He was lying on something hard. It was vibrating.

Desmond's opinion merged. His balls scathe. He sat up and agony ripped through him. He lay down again. His orb harm. He couldn't see his testicle. He explored with his helping hand. His balls 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 bastard,"Ted Rogers sighed as Desmond fainted at the hold out second and the 350 horsepower diesel shunting locomotive passed harmlessly over Desmond for the third time.

"Oh well, following 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 pit and the old coal patrol wagon thundered harmlessly over Desmond's supine body.

Desmond woke again. This clip his idea worked overtime. He was lying on a railway track.
He had no trousers on, and his balls were nailed to a sleeper with six in 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 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 young woman shouted.

He tried to stretch out his neck, they were standing on a bridgework watching.

All the trivial boys. And not so lilliputian boys. The ones he had taken camping with the boy scout troop. The unity who he kept warmly when they cried.

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

He recognised the gaffer of the panel laughing. The homage usher, his own lawyer, three uniformed policemen.

"Ashley Muppet, River Tyne and Wear TV, do you suffer any finale Word ?"a newsman shouted.

"Yeah got any last words Pedo, trains coming."Trevor ‘ Michael'Kane shouted as he necked another can of toilet 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 running. It was doing at least 25 stat mi an hour, 10 riotous 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 snatch what three times ?"

"Three times,"Ted agreed.

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

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

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

He almost lay down and died, but a selfish bar led him to try to preserve his miserable perverted life a bit longer and with a superhuman elbow grease he flung himself off the running and away from the train.

"Whooo yes !"someone shouted.

The caravan swept majestically over Desmonds balls which remained skewered to the railroad track.

Desmond looked at the bloody hole that had been his Ball. His cock pelt was mostly missing as was his testicles. He fainted. Again.

"Yes !"the sunniness went up.

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

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

"DOE thee want something for t'pain in the ass ?"Ernie asked,"Knock thee out like ?"

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

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

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

"What about the Pedo ?"Ted shouted.

"Handy repast for the slyboots !"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 Cattle wagon that seven-spot Group Security used as a holding cell.

VII had just sent a press loss stating the captive had escaped, which was stretching matter a bit was Ahmed wanted to get back in the police wagon as he found it embarrassing to be seen clean shaven. Not a roll tomentum remained on his immaculately shaved pecker as he was dragged along past the jeering crew. His beard was gone to and a huge gob cut in his fancy robe so his cock was on show.

"Reet a bit of Justice Department Yorkshire style,"Archie Ramsbottom head shunter at pit sidings said. He looked smart in a replica LMS uniform. At eighty he was too Edward 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 bunch at the bridge had now assembled.

Sam Bridgeman the stationmaster turned to treat the crowd.

"Like the old justice,"he said,"On me proper we got a class 14 diesel motor Hydraulic what we calls a teddy bear Bear and on me left we got the Gronk a class 08 Rudolf Christian Karl Diesel electric, so its Teddy Bear Versus Gronk."

The crew looked completely confused.

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

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

As it happened nobody had.

"Well we're going to try that were bullock block,"he explained."suit we're going to ask these Nice Pedos to demonstrate."

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

Andy pushed Ahmed towards the division 08. He lifted Ahmed's deal cuffed hands up and looped the strand between turnup around the conjugation hook.

Next Rob cuffed Ahmed's feet. Andy had to smack Ahmed around the jaw a duo of times to stop him kicking, but as soon as it was done they lifted Ahmed's feet and looped the chain on the early handlock over the course of study 14 ‘ s hook leaving Ahmed suspended between the locomotive engine like a human yoke chain.

Geordie Graham was on the class 14. the wholly loco shook as he started the 600 H.P. diesel engine motor.

"take away the strain,"Sam shouted and Ahmed screamed as the handcuff bit into his radiocarpal joint and ankle joint as his body began to take the strain as one fifty ton locomotive tried to tow another fifty ton loco using Ahmed as a rope.

To be continued .