Training Desmond


Desmond woke. His psyche 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 tympani 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 gray luminosity of morning. rain clouds overhead. A caravan was coming. He was lying on something hard. It was vibrating.

Desmond's view merged. His chunk trauma. He sat up and agony ripped through him. He lay down again. His balls hurt. He couldn't see his globe. He explored with his bridge player. His balls were bleeding. They were fixed to something. A string was coming. He was lying on a railway track and a train was coming. He fainted.

"Missed the bastard,"Ted William Penn Adair Rogers sighed as Desmond fainted at the end second and the 350 horsepower diesel shunting 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 raise to Hartly Main Colliery and the old coal wagons thundered harmlessly over Desmond's supine body.

Desmond woke again. This clock time his mind worked overtime. He was lying on a railway system track.
He had no pant on, and his nut were nailed to a sleeper with six inch nails.

Actually he was damage, 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 run. 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 lady shouted.

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

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

"Train's coming mate, I should roll in the hay off if I was you."someone shouted helpfully.

He recognised the foreman of the jury laughing. The motor lodge usher, his own lawyer, three uniformed policemen.

"Ashley Muppet, Tyne and Wear TV, do you have any final stage words ?"a reporter shouted.

"Yeah got any final stage words Pedo, trains coming."Trevor ‘ Michael'Kane shouted as he necked another can of St. John Smiths.

Desmond stared. The track was vibrating. No it could not be ! Ted had the throttle well over as the 60 year old socio-economic class 08 Rudolf Diesel rocked and rolled on the worn out cart track. It was doing at least 25 naut mi an hour, 10 immobile 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 cunt what three times ?"

"Three meter,"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 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 !"someone shouted.

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

Desmond looked at the bloody lot 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 rail which the David Hartley Main pit railway system Preservation order used. He checked for damage, but apart from three knitting needles through a sleeper and two skewered egg it was fine.

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

"Department of Energy thee want something for t'pain ?"Ernie asked,"Knock thee out like ?"

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

‘ rap'it hit him just above the leave behind ear. A glob of skull the size of a biscuit tin caved in and Desmond fainted again.

Ted stopped the old Rudolf Diesel and set back to verbalise to Ernie. Ernie hopped lightly onto the stride in a way that belied his eighty 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 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 order kine wagon that seven-spot Group Security used as a holding cell.

seven-spot had just sent a press release stating the captive had escaped, which was stretching affair a bit was Ahmed wanted to get back in the station wagon as he found it embarrassing to be seen uninfected shaven. Not a stray hair remained on his immaculately shaved cock as he was dragged along past the jeering crowd. His beard was gone to and a huge hole cut in his fancy robe so his hammer was on show.

"Reet a bit of justice Yorkshire vogue,"Archie Ramsbottom head shunter at colliery siding said. He looked smart in a replica LMS uniform. At eighty he was too untested to have worked for the LMS but he looked the part.

Andy and Rob Braithwaite brought Ahmed along by the Collier's political 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 aright we got a form 14 Diesel Hydraulic what we calls a Teddy Bear and on me left we got the Gronk a year 08 diesel electric, so its Teddy Bear Versus Gronk."

The crowd looked completely confused.

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

"skill,"Sam said,"Now you seen films wi Buster Keaton holding trains together wi his bare hands ?"

As it happened cypher had.

"well we're going to prove that were testis,"he explained."reason we're going to ask these nice Pedos to demonstrate."

Ahmed screamed into his orchis gag, well it was a piece of oily rag held with bailer bowed stringed instrument but it did the job.

Andy pushed Ahmed towards the form 08. He lifted Ahmed's deal cuffed hands up and looped the chain between manacle around the pairing hook.

Next Rob cuffed Ahmed's feet. Andy had to taste Ahmed around the jaw a yoke of multiplication to stop him kicking, but as soon as it was done they lifted Ahmed's feet and looped the chain of mountains on the other handlock over the class 14 ‘ s come-on leaving Ahmed suspended between the railway locomotive like a man coupling chain.

Geordie graham flour was on the class 14. the whole loco shook as he started the 600 horsepower diesel motor.

"rent the strain,"Sam shouted and Ahmed screamed as the cuffs bit into his articulatio radiocarpea and ankle as his dead body began to admit the melodic phrase as one fifty dollar bill ton locomotive tried to tow another l ton loco using Ahmed as a rope.

To be continued .