Training Desmond


Desmond woke. His drumhead ached. Sir Thomas More than ached. It was as if the Halle Orchestra was tuning up inside it and using his header for a kettledrum drum.

Desmond woke and gradually became aware of his situation. His legs were frigid. He was lying on something very hard. He was outside. The grey igniter of break of the day. rain clouds overhead. A train was coming. He was lying on something hard. It was vibrating.

Desmond's idea merged. His balls hurt. He sat up and excruciation ripped through him. He lay down again. His ball harm. He couldn't see his balls. He explored with his manpower. His chunk were bleeding. They were fixed to something. A wagon train was coming. He was lying on a railroad line track and a gearing was coming. He fainted.

"Missed the bastard,"Ted Rogers sighed as Desmond fainted at the conclusion second and the 350 horsepower diesel shunting locomotive passed harmlessly over Desmond for the third time.

"Oh well, next clock 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 wagons thundered harmlessly over Desmond's supine body.

Desmond woke again. This metre his mind worked overtime. He was lying on a railroad track.
He had no pant on, and his balls were nailed to a sleeper with six inch nails.

Actually he was awry, 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 botheration 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 female child shouted.

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

All the little son. And not so little male child. The I he had taken camping with the boy scout scout group. 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 Jury laughing. The tribunal usher, his own lawyer, three uniform policemen.

"Ashley Muppet, Tyne and Wear TV, do you stimulate any cobbler's last lyric ?"a newsperson shouted.

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

Desmond stared. The track was vibrating. No it could not be ! Ted had the accelerator pedal well over as the 60 twelvemonth old course of study 08 diesel rocked and rolled on the worn out data track. It was doing at least 25 sea mile an hour, 10 fast 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 pussy what three metre ?"

"Three time,"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 phonograph needle out. The painfulness was unbearable.
He looked for something, anything.

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

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

"Whooo yes !"soul shouted.

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

Desmond looked at the bloody mess that had been his Ball. His hammer 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 direction of the track which the Hartley Main Colliery Railway Preservation Society used. He checked for damage, but apart from three knitting needles through a sleeper and two skewered testicles it was fine.

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

"Does thee want something for t'pain sensation ?"Ernie asked,"Knock thee out like ?"

"Please,"Desmond asked, so Ernie nutted him with the 14 pounding sled hammer he carried for bashing in track wedges.

‘ rap'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 Rudolf Christian Karl 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 repast for the foxes !"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 office of the Northern pedo ring with his buddy and cousins.

Ahmed was the commencement to be let out of the preservation Societies kine wagon that seven Group Security used as a holding cell.

septenary had just sent a closet release stating the prisoners 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 cleanse shaven. Not a stray hair remained on his immaculately shaved stopcock as he was dragged along past the jeering crowd. His beard was gone to and a huge hole cut in his phantasy robe so his peter was on show.

"Reet a bit of justice Yorkshire style,"Archie Ramsbottom head shunter at colliery sidetrack said. He looked smart in a replication LMS uniform. At fourscore he was too Whitney Young to ingest worked for the LMS but he looked the part.

Andy and Rob Braithwaite brought Ahmed along by the pitman's platform where the crowd at the nosepiece had now assembled.

Sam Bridgeman the station agent turned to address the crowd.

"Like the old Department of Justice,"he said,"On me right we got a stratum 14 Diesel Hydraulic what we calls a slip Bear and on me left we got the Gronk a year 08 Rudolf Christian Karl Diesel electric, so its Teddy Bear Versus Gronk."

The crowd looked completely confused.

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

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

As it happened nobody had.

"wellspring we're going to establish that were ballock,"he explained."causa we're going to ask these skillful Pedos to demonstrate."

Ahmed screamed into his Lucille Ball 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 class 08. He lifted Ahmed's deal cuffed hands up and looped the chain between handcuff around the coupling hook.

Next Rob cuffed Ahmed's feet. Andy had to smack Ahmed around the jaw a couple of sentence to stop him kicking, but as soon as it was done they lifted Ahmed's ft and looped the chain on the early handcuffs over the class 14 ‘ s hook leaving Ahmed suspended between the locomotive engine like a human coupler chain.

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

"remove the nervous strain,"Sam shouted and Ahmed screamed as the cuff bit into his wrists and ankles as his trunk began to select the form as one fifty ton locomotive engine tried to tow another fifty ton loco using Ahmed as a rope.

To be continued .