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Training Desmond

Date: 8/10/2015, Categories: Dark Fantasy, Cock & ball torture, Exhibitionism, Extreme, Horror, Humiliation, Author: abroadsword, Rating: 42.9, Source: sexstories.com

Desmond woke. His head 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 aware of his situation. His legs were cold. He was lying on something very hard. He was outside. The grey light of morning. Rain clouds overhead. A train was coming. He was lying on something hard. It was vibrating. Desmond’s thoughts 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 hands. His balls were bleeding. They were fixed to something. A train was coming. He was lying on a railway track and a train was coming. He fainted. “Missed the bastard,” Ted Rogers sighed as Desmond fainted at the last 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 climb to Hartly Main 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 track. He had no trousers on, and his balls were nailed to a sleeper 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 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 little boys. And not so little boys. The ones he had taken camping with the boy scout troop. The ones who he kept warm when they cried. Comforted them with his cock up their ass. “Train’s coming mate, I should fuck off if I was you.” He recognised the foreman of the Jury laughing. The court usher, his own lawyer, three uniformed policemen. ”Ashley Muppet, Tyne and Wear TV, do you have any last words?” a reporter shouted. “Yeah got any last words 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 hour, 10 faster 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 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 needles out. The pain was unbearable. He looked for something, anything. All he saw was hatred. A ...