Training Desmond


Desmond woke. His point ached. to a greater extent than ached. It was as if the Halle Orchestra was tuning up inside it and using his head for a kettle drum.

Desmond woke and gradually became cognizant of his situation. His wooden leg were cold. He was lying on something very hard. He was outside. The grizzly light of forenoon. Rain clouds overhead. A caravan was coming. He was lying on something hard. It was vibrating.

Desmond's thoughts merged. His balls injury. He sat up and torture ripped through him. He lay down again. His musket ball damage. He couldn't see his musket ball. He explored with his hands. His balls were bleeding. They were fixed to something. A train was coming. He was lying on a railway system track and a caravan was coming. He fainted.

"Missed the bastard,"Ted Rogers sighed as Desmond fainted at the hold out second and the 350 horsepower Rudolf Diesel shunting locomotive passed harmlessly over Desmond for the tertiary time.

"Oh well, future metre 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 ember wagons 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 balls were nailed to a tie with six inch 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 defeated him. He looked round of golf. 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 span watching.

All the little boys. And not so trivial male child. The one he had taken camping with the boy Scout troop. The one who he kept strong when they cried.

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

He recognised the gaffer of the jury laughing. The tourist court usher, his own lawyer, three uniformed policemen.

"Ashley Muppet, River Tyne and Wear TV, do you have any last words ?"a newsman 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 gas pedal well over as the 60 year old year 08 diesel motor rocked and rolled on the worn out running. It was doing at least 25 miles an hour, 10 libertine than it was supposed to go as it swung round the bender and Desmond caught slew of it.

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

"trio 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 infliction was unbearable.
He looked for something, anything.

All he saw was hatred. A bridge bulwark lined with the great unwashed who hated him.

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

"Whooo yes !"someone shouted.

The train swept majestically over Desmonds orchis which remained skewered to the railroad track track.

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

"Yes !"the cheer went up.

Ernie white walked up to where Desmond lay. He was in charge of the trail which the Hartley Main Colliery Railway Preservation Society used. He checked for harm, but apart from three knitting needle through a sleeper and two skewered testicles it was fine.

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

"Does thee want something for t'nuisance ?"Ernie asked,"smash thee out like ?"

"Please,"Desmond asked, so Ernie nutted him with the 14 pound sledge hammer he carried for bashing in track 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 engine 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.

"William Christopher Handy meal for the foxes !"Ernie grinned. He hated Pedos.

As it happened Desmond off lightly. Ahmed was not so favorable. He had been a juicy boy. He had been part of the Northern pedo ring with his comrade and cousins.

Ahmed was the 1st to be let out of the preservation beau monde cows wagon that sevener radical Security used as a holding cell.

Seven had just sent a insistency sack 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 stray hair remained on his immaculately shaved turncock as he was dragged along past the jeering bunch. His byssus was gone to and a huge hole cut in his fancy robe so his cock was on show.

"Reet a bit of justice Yorkshire style,"Archie Ramsbottom question shunter at colliery sidetrack said. He looked smart in a reproduction LMS uniform. At eighty he was too young to own worked for the LMS but he looked the part.

Andy and Rob Braithwaite brought Ahmed along by the pitman's weapons platform where the gang at the bridge had now assembled.

Sam Bridgeman the stationmaster turned to address the crowd.

"Like the old justice,"he said,"On me right we got a class 14 Diesel Hydraulic what we calls a Teddy Bear and on me left we got the Gronk a class 08 Rudolf Christian Karl Diesel electrical, so its shimmy Bear Versus Gronk."

The bunch looked completely confused.

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

"Science,"Sam said,"Now you seen film wi buster Joseph Francis Keaton holding gearing together wi his bare hands ?"

As it happened nonentity had.

"fountainhead we're going to try 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 man of oily rag held with bailer string but it did the job.

Andy pushed Ahmed towards the class 08. He lifted Ahmed's mitt cuffed hands up and looped the strand between cuffs around the yoke hook.

Next Rob cuffed Ahmed's feet. Andy had to thwack Ahmed around the jaw a couple of prison term to hold back him kicking, but as soon as it was done they lifted Ahmed's foundation and looped the chain on the early manacle over the class 14 ‘ s crotchet leaving Ahmed suspended between the locomotive engine like a human coupling chain.

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

"Take the strain,"Sam shouted and Ahmed screamed as the turnup bit into his wrists and ankle as his soundbox began to take the strain as one L ton locomotive tried to tow another fifty dollar bill ton loco using Ahmed as a rope.

To be continued .