Monday, December 9, 2019

The B Factor: The salty taste of justice (Elimination #3)


In our third elimination round of The B Factor we asked you to answer the following question: Who has the most delicious sperm? 221 votes have been counted, and here are the results.

(The full, unredacted results of the elimination rounds will be published before the final episode of The B Factor.)

SAFE FOR NOW (in alphabetical order):
Chris Evans
Jack Falahee
Noah Centineo
Shawn Mendes
Taylor Lautner
Timothee Chalamet
Tom Holland
Zac Efron

THE BOTTOM TWO (in alphabetical order):
Jake Gyllenhaal
Liam Hemsworth


AND THE LOSER IS:

Liam Hemsworth with 4% of the vote.

So it has been decided: Liam Hemsworth follows Leonardo DiCaprio and Nolan Gould out the door. He is eliminated from The B Factor – and here’s his punishment.

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The salty taste of justice (Elimination #3)

Warning: Can contain traces of cum.

Featured in this story: Liam Hemsworth and Simon (click for pictures)

Everybody knew that Liam Hemsworth loved blowjobs. He did everything for a nice, warm mouth around his dick, and most of the colleagues he had worked with so far, male or female, had wrapped their lips around the impressive girth of his beer can cock.

Most of them had done it only once, though, and never again.

The reason wasn't Liam's fondness of face-fucking (on the contrary, most of them enjoyed having their throats widened and their tonsils tickled by Liam's monster of a cock, and only very few had had the unfortunate experience of having to see a doctor because of a dislocated lower jaw), and it wasn't Liam's lack of gratitude (he was very polite and unusually generous to everybody who had sucked his dick). It had nothing to do with personal hygiene or bad behaviour, either.

It was the taste of his cum.

Even experienced cocksuckers like Josh Hutcherson, Jeff Goldblum, Jennifer Lawrence and Woody Harrelson had never tasted anything like it. It was thick and gooey, and it was salty beyond belief. It was like a boiled down, highly concentrated reduction of normal sperm - only that the Hunger Games star had buckets of it in his bottomless balls.

There was a saying in Hollywood: "When you go out with Liam Hemsworth leave plenty of room for dessert." And said dessert came in the form of extra-salty cream pudding...

Liam was a sensible guy, and he had soon figured out that something was wrong.

He enlisted renowned cum connoisseur Simon’s help. Simon was a jizz expert with gallons of experience, and after sampling X’s essence, Simon prescribed the Hollywood star a strict treatment regimen.

“Thank goodness you are flexible”, Simon chuckled. “You can drink it straight from the tap.”

Liam let out a strained grunt. He was in a very uncomfortable position on a table that looked like a medieval torture instrument. He was on his back, head over heels, twisted like a pretzel, his beer can cock pointing down at his mouth. For his own safety, as Simon had assured him, his ankles and wrists were cuffed to the table so he had no way of getting out.

“Yeah, thank goodness”, Liam dead-panned, not looking entirely convinced that this was a good idea.

His reluctance intensified when Simon grabbed his big, fat balls, closing his fist around the neck of his sack so that his juicy plums were resting on top like two eggs in a nest.

Instead of nurturing and hatching them, though, Simon took the opposite approach. He sent his fist crashing down on Liam’s exposed eggs like a hammer.

“God!” Liam shrieked. “My nuts! You are crushing my fucking nuts!”

Simon smiled as he slammed his fist down again, flattening Liam’s eggs like pancakes and eliciting a high-pitched shriek as Liam’s eyes crossed in agony.

Again and again, Simon brought his fist down on Liam’s rapidly swelling gonads, making him shriek and squeal, cough and groan, roar and moan in pain.

Liam’s dick was rock hard, throbbing and pulsing, pointing straight at his wide-open mouth as Simon made him scream and wail in pain.

Simon cheerfully whacked away at Liam’s genitals, beating the living daylights out of them. Soon, they were swollen and bloated and bruised, and Liam’s voice was hoarse from screaming.

His hoarse grunts turned into an almost comical gurgle when the first jet of cum sputtered out of his meaty dick. It was as thick, nutritious and salty as ever, slowly running down his throat and covering his insides.

Simon didn’t stop pounding his nuts, causing a steady flow of thick, salty spunk to trickle down Liam’s throat.

“There we go”, Simon said with a smile after Liam’s orgasm had subsided.

“Tell me again”, Liam said in a gurgling grunt. He stopped and swallowed the last drops of his cum before repeating, “Tell me again how this is supposed to be helping.”

“Well,” Simon looked at him, a cheeky grin on his face. “My theory is that your sperm will go back to normal once you got it all out of your system.”

“All out of…” Liam’s voice trailed off. His eyes widened. “So you’re gonna---”

“I’m going to pound every last drop of cum out of your nuts”, Simon announced cheerfully. “I’m going to milk you dry until you shoot nothing but hot air. And then I’m going to pound out the hot air.”

Liam groaned. “But--- Why do you make me swallow it?”

“I figured it's only fair - after all those years that you spent feeding your friends and colleagues that stuff...” Simon chuckled and leaned over, whispering, “And it's hot.”

Liam blinked.

“I hope you have left some room for dessert”, Simon grinned, cracking his knuckles. “We’re going to be here for a while…”

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Three down, nine to go. The B Factor continues!

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