Training Desmond


Desmond woke. His point ached. More 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 billet. His legs were cold-blooded. He was lying on something very hard. He was outside. The hoar luminosity of aurora. Rain mottle command processing overhead. A train was coming. He was lying on something hard. It was vibrating.

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

"Missed the bastard,"Ted Rogers sighed as Desmond fainted at the live second and the 350 H.P. diesel shunting railway locomotive passed harmlessly over Desmond for the one-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 colliery and the old coal wagons thundered harmlessly over Desmond's supine body.

Desmond woke again. This clip his mind worked overtime. He was lying on a railroad track.
He had no trousers on, and his clod were nailed to a crosstie with six inch 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 in the neck defeated him. He looked round. A tripod with a tablet on it. Filming.

He remembered the trial run. He still couldn't believe he was found not guilty.

Now he understood.

"You all reet Pedo ?"someone asked.

He looked rung,"Up here Pedo,"a girl shouted.

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

All the little boys. And not so picayune son. The ones he had taken camping with the boy scout troop. 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 chief of the Jury laughing. The motor hotel usher, his own lawyer, three uniformed policemen.

"Ashley Muppet, River Tyne and vesture TV, do you cause any terminal words ?"a newsman shouted.

"Yeah got any last quarrel 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 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 miles an 60 minutes, 10 faster than it was supposed to go as it swung round the bend and Desmond caught survey of it.

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

"Three clock time,"Ted agreed.

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

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

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

He almost lay down and died, but a selfish bar led him to try to keep his miserable perverted animation a bit longer and with a superhuman effort he flung himself off the tracks and away from the train.

"Whooo yes !"mortal shouted.

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

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

"Yes !"the cheer went up.

Ernie White walked up to where Desmond lay. He was in charge of the cartroad which the Hartley Main pit Railway Preservation social club used. He checked for terms, but apart from three knitting needles through a railroad tie and two skewered testicles it was fine.

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

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

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

‘ Whack'it hit him just above the allow for ear. A glob of skull the sizing of a biscuit tin caved in and Desmond fainted again.

Ted stopped the old diesel motor and set back to utter to Ernie. Ernie hopped lightly onto the footsteps in a way that belied his 80 years,"All reet."he shouted.

"What about the Pedo ?"Ted shouted.

"W. C. Handy meal for the fox !"Ernie grinned. He hated Pedos.

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

Ahmed was the showtime to be let out of the conservation social club kine wagon that Seven mathematical group security measure used as a holding cell.

Seven had just sent a press sacking stating the captive had escaped, which was stretching matter a bit was Ahmed wanted to get back in the wagon as he found it embarrassing to be seen unobjectionable shaven. Not a stray hair remained on his immaculately shaved turncock as he was dragged along past the jeer bunch. His face fungus was gone to and a huge cakehole cut in his envision robe so his turncock was on show.

"Reet a bit of Justice Department Yorkshire dash,"Archie Ramsbottom head shunter at pit sidings said. He looked smart in a replica LMS uniform. At LXXX he was too vernal to experience worked for the LMS but he looked the part.

Andy and Rob Braithwaite brought Ahmed along by the Collier's political platform where the bunch at the nosepiece had now assembled.

Sam Bridgeman the Stationmaster turned to address the crowd.

"Like the old Justice,"he said,"On me redress we got a course of instruction 14 Rudolf Diesel Hydraulic what we calls a slip Bear and on me left we got the Gronk a category 08 Diesel electric car, 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 cinema wi Buster Buster Keaton holding trains together wi his bare manpower ?"

As it happened cipher had.

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

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

Andy pushed Ahmed towards the category 08. He lifted Ahmed's handwriting cuffed hands up and looped the mountain range between handcuff around the coupling hook.

Next Rob cuffed Ahmed's feet. Andy had to smack Ahmed around the jaw a twain of times to stop him kicking, but as soon as it was done they lifted Ahmed's feet and looped the Sir Ernst Boris Chain on the former manacle over the social class 14 ‘ s hook leaving Ahmed suspended between the locomotives like a human being union chain.

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

"hold the strain,"Sam shouted and Ahmed screamed as the handlock bit into his carpus and ankles as his soundbox began to subscribe the strain as one fifty ton locomotive tried to tow another fifty ton loco using Ahmed as a rope.

To be continued .