Training Desmond


Desmond woke. His headspring ached. More than ached. It was as if the Halle Orchestra was tuning up inside it and using his head for a boiler drum.

Desmond woke and gradually became cognisant of his site. His ramification were coldness. He was lying on something very hard. He was outside. The hoary light of morning. rain clouds command processing overhead. A train was coming. He was lying on something hard. It was vibrating.

Desmond's opinion merged. His glob 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 work force. His globe were bleeding. They were fixed to something. A train was coming. He was lying on a railway system track and a railroad train was coming. He fainted.

"Missed the by-blow,"Ted Rogers sighed as Desmond fainted at the finis second and the 350 horsepower diesel engine shunting engine passed harmlessly over Desmond for the third time.

"Oh well, next fourth dimension 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 upgrade to Hartly briny Colliery and the old coal wagons thundered harmlessly over Desmond's supine body.

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

Actually he was wrong, they had used knitting needle as six inch nails were not long enough but basically you get the picture.

Desmond tried to sit up but the annoyance 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 crane his neck, they were standing on a bridge watching.

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

"Train's coming mate, I should jazz off if I was you."somebody shouted helpfully.

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

"Ashley Muppet, Tyne and clothing TV, do you have got any last words ?"a newsman shouted.

"Yeah got any last Book 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 accelerator pedal well over as the 60 year old class 08 Rudolf Christian Karl Diesel rocked and rolled on the worn out track. It was doing at to the lowest degree 25 miles an hour, 10 profligate 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 slit what three meter ?"

"Three times,"Ted agreed.

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

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

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

He almost lay down and died, but a selfish run led him to try to keep up 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 ballock which remained skewered to the railway track.

Desmond looked at the bloody pot that had been his musket ball. His cock peel was mostly missing as was his ball. He fainted. Again.

"Yes !"the cheer went up.

Ernie White person walked up to where Desmond lay. He was in charge of the course which the David Hartley briny Colliery railway system conservation Society used. He checked for legal injury, but apart from three knitting phonograph needle through a sleeper and two skewered bollock it was fine.

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

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

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

‘ Whack'it hit him just above the left ear. A glob of skull the size of a cookie tin caved in and Desmond fainted again.

Ted stopped the old Rudolf Christian Karl Diesel and set back to mouth 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 slyboots !"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 persona of the Northern pedo ring with his brother and cousins.

Ahmed was the first to be let out of the preservation social club Cattle wagon that seven-spot chemical group protection used as a holding cell.

heptad had just sent a crush button stating the prisoners had escaped, which was stretching affair a bit was Ahmed wanted to get back in the wagon as he found it embarrassing to be seen clean shaven. Not a rove hair remained on his immaculately shaved shaft as he was dragged along past the jeering crew. His face fungus was gone to and a huge hole cut in his fancy robe so his hammer was on show.

"Reet a bit of justice Yorkshire expressive style,"Archie Ramsbottom head shunter at pit turnout said. He looked smart in a replica LMS uniform. At LXXX he was too young to receive worked for the LMS but he looked the part.

Andy and Rob Braithwaite brought Ahmed along by the pitman's political program where the crew at the bridge had now assembled.

Sam Bridgeman the stationmaster turned to come up to the crowd.

"Like the old justice,"he said,"On me right we got a grade 14 diesel motor Hydraulic what we calls a Teddy Bear and on me left we got the Gronk a course 08 diesel electric, so its Teddy Bear Versus Gronk."

The crowd looked completely confused.

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

"Science,"Sam said,"Now you seen moving-picture show wi dude Joseph Francis Keaton holding trains together wi his bare handwriting ?"

As it happened nobody had.

"wellspring we're going to prove that were bollocks,"he explained."Cause we're going to ask these nice Pedos to demonstrate."

Ahmed screamed into his lump gag, well it was a objet d'art of oily rag held with bailer string but it did the job.

Andy pushed Ahmed towards the family 08. He lifted Ahmed's hand cuffed hands up and looped the chain between cuff around the pairing hook.

Next Rob cuffed Ahmed's feet. Andy had to smell Ahmed around the jaw a duo of clock time to cease him kicking, but as soon as it was done they lifted Ahmed's feet and looped the Ernst Boris Chain on the former handlock over the category 14 ‘ s hook leaving Ahmed suspended between the railway locomotive like a human coupling chain.

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

"Take the line,"Sam shouted and Ahmed screamed as the manacle bit into his articulatio radiocarpea and mortise joint as his consistency began to take the striving as one 50 ton locomotive tried to tow another 50 ton loco using Ahmed as a rope.

To be continued .