Training Desmond


Desmond woke. His brain ached. More than ached. It was as if the Halle-an-der-Saale Orchestra was tuning up inside it and using his straits 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 Second Earl Grey brightness level of morning. Rain mist budget items. A train was coming. He was lying on something hard. It was vibrating.

Desmond's thoughts merged. His glob suffering. He sat up and torment ripped through him. He lay down again. His balls hurt. He couldn't see his ballock. He explored with his work force. His balls were bleeding. They were fixed to something. A train was coming. He was lying on a railway system racetrack and a power train was coming. He fainted.

"Missed the illegitimate,"Ted Rogers sighed as Desmond fainted at the last instant 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 climb to Hartly briny colliery and the old coal wagons thundered harmlessly over Desmond's supine body.

Desmond woke again. This time his mind worked overtime. He was lying on a railway line track.
He had no trousers on, and his balls were nailed to a sleeping car with six inch nails.

Actually he was improper, they had used knitting needle as six column 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 girl shouted.

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

All the picayune male child. And not so little son. The single he had taken camping with the boy scout scout troop. The ace who he kept affectionate when they cried.

"wagon train's coming mate, I should eff off if I was you."individual shouted helpfully.

He recognised the gaffer of the Jury laughing. The Margaret Court Ussher, his own lawyer, three uniformed policemen.

"Ashley Muppet, River Tyne and habiliment TV, do you have any last words ?"a newsperson shouted.

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

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

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

"Three 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 needle out. The pain sensation was unbearable.
He looked for something, anything.

All he saw was hatred. A bridge wall lined with masses who hated him.

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

"Whooo yes !"someone shouted.

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

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

"Yes !"the cheer went up.

Ernie white walked up to where Desmond lay. He was in bang of the track which the David Hartley briny colliery Railway Preservation Society used. He checked for scathe, but apart from three knitting needle through a slumberer and two skewered testicles it was fine.

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

"Does thee desire something for t'botheration ?"Ernie asked,"Knock thee out like ?"

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

‘ whang'it hit him just above the leftfield ear. A clod 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 footstep in a way that belied his eighty long time,"All reet."he shouted.

"What about the Pedo ?"Ted shouted.

"Handy meal for the slyboots !"Ernie grinned. He hated Pedos.

As it happened Desmond off lightly. Ahmed was not so lucky. He had been a racy boy. He had been role of the Northern pedo ring with his brother and cousins.

Ahmed was the number one to be let out of the conservation company Cattle wagon that Seven Group protection used as a holding cell.

Seven had just sent a closet release stating the captive 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 and jerk shaven. Not a drift tomentum remained on his immaculately shaved peter as he was dragged along past the scoffing crowd. His whiskers was gone to and a immense muddle cut in his fancy gown so his shaft was on show.

"Reet a bit of justice Yorkshire elan,"Archie Ramsbottom head word shunter at colliery sidings said. He looked smart in a reproduction 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 pitman's program where the crowd at the bridge had now assembled.

Sam Bridgeman the Stationmaster turned to deal the crowd.

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

The crowd looked completely confused.

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

"skill,"Sam said,"Now you seen picture wi fellow Keaton holding geartrain together wi his bare custody ?"

As it happened nobody had.

"Well we're going to prove that were bollocks,"he explained."causal agent we're going to ask these nice Pedos to demonstrate."

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

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

Next Rob cuffed Ahmed's metrical unit. Andy had to smack Ahmed around the jaw a duad of time to stop him kicking, but as soon as it was done they lifted Ahmed's feet and looped the mountain chain on the other manacle over the class 14 ‘ s hook leaving Ahmed suspended between the locomotives like a human yoke chain.

geordie Martha Graham was on the grade 14. the unit loco shook as he started the 600 horsepower diesel motor motor.

"consume the var.,"Sam shouted and Ahmed screamed as the cuffs bit into his wrists and ankles as his eubstance began to take the strain as one fifty ton locomotive engine tried to tow another l ton loco using Ahmed as a rope.

To be continued .