Rookie Mistake

I was about to step into the alleyway to empty the bin from the office. A task always lumbered onto me as the newbie to the job. Suddenly I was yanked back by my boss Mark.

‘Rookie, seriously don't go out there. It's not safe for you man.’ I snorted and laughed at Mark, obviously not falling for the prank. I had been enduring them all ever since I joined the company the week before.

But taking one look at the sweat dripping down Mark's face told me he was being serious. Deadly serious. My face suddenly became serious, the hairs on the back of my neck stood up as I felt a chill go through my body.

‘What's the matter Mark? Is there a gang? Weapons? Shall we call the cops?’ My mind was in a whirl as I panicked into decisive thinking, preparing myself to have to jump into action.

‘Seriously rook, just take my advice, go empty the bins later. It's not worth the risk. I can't say anymore, it's not safe to.’ His treading on tiptoes and speaking in riddles was beginning to annoy me. I wasn't about to fall for another trick again. Although this was his most convincing performance yet.

I watched Mark walk away and I was left with a dilemma. Do I listen to him and be the butt of jokes for the foreseeable future, or do I risk it and just walk the 20 feet or so to the large refuse bin outside the building.

I decided to risk it, I listened intently for noise and could hear what I thought was a rhythmic boxing pad being struck. It didn't sound too intimidating. So I stepped out and casually made my way to the bin. I emptied the bin and as I turned around the sound I had heard suddenly stopped. It was then I glanced around and at the other end of the lot I saw who had been making the sound.

A guy was laying still on the ground, a small dark haired woman had been launching hard powerful kicks into his nutsack with a pair of white calf high leather boots. She turned instinctively as she heard the noise from the bin being emptied.

As soon as her eyes locked into mine I felt the familiar taste of nausea when I felt fear rising within. Her eyes looked dead inside, her demeanor cold and when I finally felt unable to meet her penetrative gaze anymore I noticed her once white boots were smeared with dark red blotches of blood.

I looked up at her again, our eyes met once again and without taking them off mine she began walking over towards me without saying a word. Her gaze constantly burned a hole in my brain. She had the ability to make me stay rooted to the spot in fear without uttering a word. Just one look from her had the desired effect.

When she made her way over to me she stood in front of me. The top of her head went up to my chin. She was tiny, no more than 5ft tall barefoot. I towered above her, yet I was shaking with fear. Shaking at the prospect of what she was going to do to me.

Her tiny left hand began stroking my face delicately. Her eyes were still cold and calculating as she looked deep into my eyes. Finally she spoke.

‘Awww, baby, didn't your boss tell you it’s dangerous being outside during lunchtime?’ She kept stroking my face as she softened her voice.

‘Well, tell me? Why are you out here? Did Mark forget to warn you of the danger?’ I swallowed hard, my Adams apple protruding as I desperately tried to wet my dry throat before managing to pluck up the courage to speak. I decided honesty was the best policy.

‘H-h-he d-d-did say it was dangerous, but he failed to explain why. He disappeared before I could ask any further questions.’ I managed to croak out.

The lady finally glanced over my shoulder and saw everyone from our office watching, anticipating what she would do next. When they saw her watching they all quickly disappeared from sight.

‘But if he warned you, why did you still come outside knowing it was dangerous?’ She stared deep into my eyes again. I was compelled to be as open and honest as I could. Somehow hoping whatever she would do wouldn't be so bad.

‘Truth is I'm a new worker here. I've spent the last week being constantly pranked. I thought it was another prank. If I truly knew I wouldn't have disrespected your wishes and come outside.’ Somehow I managed to keep eye contact as I spoke. Her eyes finally narrowed slightly as she beckoned my face lower with her index finger. I followed her silent request and was now eye level with her.

‘It's rare indeed that my gut tells me someone is being honest and truthful with me. Yet I completely believe you're being honest and sincere with me. So I'll be open and honest with you. Before I explain who I am and why it's dangerous around here, I need to ask how old you are and what your name is?’ I felt her hands stroke my face on both cheeks. She was being delicate at the moment but I sensed she was a coiled spring. Waiting to erupt fury and vengeance.

‘Andy Taylor Ma’am. I just turned 20 last week.’ Her hands continued to stroke my face delicately. My cock was rock hard and straining against my pants. She knew how to work a guy up.

‘Hmmmmm, so young these days. My name is Noreen Vandemboot.’ my eyes widened, now I knew who she was.

‘I guess by your reaction you know who I am. But do you know why I have the reputation I do?’ Her question wasn't rhetorical. I nodded my head before I spoke.

‘Your Pop and Brother run this town. And a guy who dares to step out without authorisation in your presence, loses their testicles in the most brutal way you can think of.’ The edgy pitch of my voice went up a few octaves as she wrapped her right hand around my cock and her left hand around my balls.

Then suddenly she squeezed them both with all the venom she could muster. I instantly fell to the ground in serious pain, but frozen in panic, pain and sudden abject fear. I feared I was going to be castrated.

Noreen climbed on top of me, kneeling down on my thighs to keep them spread out as she continued to squeeze my cock and balls hard.

‘Now Andy, normally I wouldn't show any mercy. This is only half my strength. But today is your lucky day. I'm going to let you keep your balls.’ I nearly blacked out as she continued to apply serious pressure. She was in complete control of all aspects of my body. My hands began to scrape against the concrete beneath me as I gritted my teeth in agony. My balls on fire and my cock feeling like it would snap off.

‘Look at me Andy. LOOK AT ME!!!’ I finally managed to focus on Noreen on top of me, looking deep into her eyes.

‘Listen very carefully. I'm going to kick your fucking nuts hard in a minute. I have to show those watching my authority. But I'm going to suddenly rush off as if in an emergency. You lay here for a few minutes before going back inside like the coast is clear. Got it?’ She let go of my balls and slapped them a few times to emphasize she had finished and to see if I understood. I could no longer speak as the riptide of pain engulfed my senses all over my body. The burning pain in my balls, the searing cramping mess in my abdomen. The nausea within my throat begging to burst out. I nodded finally as she stood up above me.

It was almost slow motion as I watched her tight denim jeans swing back where her thigh was. Then I felt a dynamite stick explode in my pants as her booted foot connected full of extreme power and accuracy against my throbbing balls. My cock somersaulted inside my underwear as I suddenly and violently moved my head sideways and threw up, no longer was I able to control any of my bodily functions.

My body itself was in agony. Every sinew of me screamed for mercy, but it got none. I watched Noreen swing her boot back and kick me hard yet again. My body shuddered hard as she kept her boot pressed hard against my balls. I was now screeching slightly, a low audible sound only heard by the both of us.

‘Final one Andy.’ Without saying another word she giggled as she finally for the first time smiled, and it was a beautiful smile. I realized why she laughed when she took a step back and ran her next booted kick hard into my swelling nuts. I began convulsing as I felt the overwhelming pain smash into my senses. True to her word Noreen suddenly put on a pretense that she had to rush off shouting I had got lucky.

But I didn't care anymore. I was nearly unconscious and ironically consciously aware that her last kick had made me shit myself. I felt utterly ashamed and full of misery.

It took several weeks to fully recover from my ordeal. I was expecting to have the guys in the office forever reminding me I shit myself being kicked in the balls. But no one had ever survived keeping their balls from an encounter with Noreen. I was suddenly respected and even admired by those who worked with me.

As I stepped into my apartment on the Friday night of my first week back I was tired and exhausted. But it would be a long time before I would go to sleep.

Sat down on my threadbare sofa was the enigma herself. I dropped my work bag and stared in disbelief. How had she even got in? Noreen sat there wearing nothing apart from a gold bikini and some wedge heeled thigh high boots.

She stood up and walked over to me. She slowly took control of me as she whispered in my ear.

‘Andy, I hope you didn't think I had forgotten about you. Don't worry I'm not coming to finish the job I started. No, no, no, I've got plans for us. I need someone I trust to help me release some stress. Normally I just castrate someone. But I want to enjoy my ballbusting more. Come and see what I've done to the spare room whilst I was waiting for you to return home.’ She giggled as she put my tie over her shoulder and led me slowly to my spare room. My mouth dropped open as I saw it had been turned into a dungeon room. Straps and restraints all over the walls and floor.

It was then I realized I had made a rookie mistake!