The B Factor - Season 2: Lucky bastard (Elimination #3)

 

In our third elimination round of The B Factor - Season 2 we asked you to answer the following question: Who has the toughest nuts? 205 votes have been counted, and here are the results:

SAFE FOR NOW (in alphabetical order):
Chris Hemsworth
Chris Pratt
Dave Franco
Dylan O'Brien
Henry Cavill
KJ Apa
Nick Jonas
Ryan Reynolds

THE BOTTOM TWO (in alphabetical order):
Channing Tatum
Taron Egerton

AND THE LOSER IS:

 

Channing Tatum with 15% of the vote. 

(More than one answer per vote was possible, so the total percentage adds up to more than 100%. The full, unredacted results of the elimination rounds will be published before the final episode of The B Factor.)

So Channing is out, and here's his story. Some of you requested a story with permanent damage. Those who are not fond of that should maybe skip this one...

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Lucky bastard

Warning: Contains permanent damage.
 
Featured in this story: Channing Tatum, Taron Egerton and Vince (click for pictures)
 
“Please pick the level of fortitude that you attribute to your testicles from the following list”, Vince said with a smile, his eyes fixed on the piece of paper in his hands. “Level 1: Very fragile. Level 2: Fragile. Level 3: Average. Level 4: Tough. Level 5: Very tough. Level 6: Not applicable.” He looked up at the two actors standing in front of him.
 
Channing Tatum and Taron Egerton were in the running for the same role, and the director had assigned a series of tests to determine who would get it eventually. It was a demanding part in a very prestigious movie, and both Channing and Taron were very motivated. The part required extraordinary fitness, mental acuity and physical flexibility. Both of them had passed the tests with flying colors. It all came down to this final test: testicular fortitude.
 
The two actors looked at each other.
 
Channing was 40 years old, a muscular hunk, a true stud. After starring in “Step Up” in 2006, he had landed a series of movie hits like “Magic Mike” and “21, Jump Street.” His career was on a downturn, though, and he desperately needed this role.
 
Taron was 30 years old, and his career had just taken off. The “Kingsmen” movies, “Eddie the Eagle”, and his Golden Globe winning role in “Rocketman” had made him one of Hollywood’s superstars. He wanted this role to cement his status – and to cement Channing’s status as a hopeless Hollywood has-been.
 
“These nuts are pretty tough”, Taron said with a cocky smile, pointing down at his bare ballsack. “Level 4. Maybe Level 5.”
 
Vince smiled. “I need you to pick one option.” He adjusted his safety glasses. The handsome Latino was wearing a white lab coat that contrasted nicely with his tan.
 
He had built a neat machine, the “Crusher”. The setup was simple: A table with two stainless steel stamps. The subject inserts their testicles into a designated cavity, and their dick into a designated tube. The stamps descend and crush the testicles according to the level of fortitude picked by the subject. A vacuum in the tube holds the dick in place and makes sure that the subject doesn’t pull out.
 
“Level 5”, Channing said with a confident grin. “Level 4 is for pussies.”
 
Taron’s eyes narrowed. If Channing made it to level 5 and he stopped at level 4 it was over, and Channing would get the role.
 
“Are you sure?” Vince asked. “Once I calibrate the machine there’s no stopping it.”
 
“Level 5”, Channing repeated. “I am a man.” He looked at Taron. “What about you?”
 
Taron swallowed hard. “Level 5”, he said, trying to sound casual. “Sure.”
 
“Okay, great”, Vince said. “That means we can do both of you at the same time.” He pointed at the two cavities and smiled. “Please insert the…” His smile widened. “…the material.”
 
Taron and Channing stood opposite each other and placed their genitalia in the designated cavities.
 
Both of them were very generously equipped, and their nuts filled out the cavities nicely.
 
Vince pressed a button and the vacuum inside the tube started sucking.
 
Both Taron and Channing inhaled sharply as they felt their fat, meaty dicks get sucked into the pipes. They grabbed the handles that were conveniently placed on either side of the crusher.
 
“Okay”, Vince said, entering the necessary data into the machine’s control panel. “Let’s start.”
 
Taron noticed a big, red button next to the panel. “That’s the emergency stop?”
 
Vince looked up. “Oh, no”, he explained casually. “As I said, there is no stopping it once the machine starts.” He turned his attention back to the control panel. “That’s the garbage disposer.”
 
Taron’s eyes widened. “The---“
 
“Level 1”, Vince said, taking a step back.
 
The stamps slowly descended, touching the two sets of balls and gently pressing down on them.
 
Taron and Channing grimaced in mild pain, trying to ignore the light pressure on their nuts.
 
Vince looked at his watch. After sixty seconds, the stamps descended a little further, squashing the two pairs of nuts under them and making Taron and Channing moan in pain.
 
“Level 2”, Vince announced.
 
The constant pressure of the stamps caused the two naked actors’ balls to flatten considerably, and the urge to pull out of the vicious machine became stronger and stronger. The vaccum pull on their dicks prevented that, though, and both Taron and Channing moaned and groaned.
 
The moans and groans turned into screams and shrieks when Vince announced, “Level 3.” His voice was sober and casual, in stark contrast to the dramatic increase of pressure on the two actors’ nuts.
 
Taron and Channing screamed in agony, their dicks stuck in the tube, their nuts flattened like pancakes by the steel stamps.
 
After about 30 seconds, halfway through Level 3, it turned out that Channing’s nuts weren’t as tough as he had thought. Something tore inside the core of his flattened left nut. The tiny SQUICK that marked the beginning of the end of Channing’s manhood was almost inaudible. Channing’s scream was anything but.
 
He screamed from the top of his lungs, his face a mask of pain, quite appropriate considering that his left nut was on the verge of collapsing.
 
With another tiny SQUICK, his right nut followed its twin’s lead, and Channing’s agony doubled.
 
“I don’t think your testicles will make it to Level 5”, Vince said, stating the obvious as he made a note on his pad.
 
Taron was in agony as well, but it was nowhere near as bad as Channing’s, and a cocky smile appeared on his pain-contorted face. “Looks like your nuts aren’t tough enough for the job”, he hissed through his gritted teeth. “Too bad, old man.”
 
“Level 4”, Vince said, grimacing in sympathy.
 
A double SQUISH indicated that Channing’s nuts were history, crushed even flatter under the steel stamps. Inside Channing’s sack, the membranes couldn’t hold his testicles together anymore, and the nut meat was oozing out, permanently deforming and causing his nuts to lose their round shape, turning the handsome actor’s beloved balls into useless, chunky gunk.
 
“Nooooo!” Channing squealed. “Nooooo!”
 
Taron watched him, grunting and groaning in agony as his own nuts were flattened by the vicious machine.
 
“Please stop!” Channing yelled. “Make it stop!”
 
His hands were gripping the bars, his knuckles white, his head beet red, his nuts hideously flat und utterly ruined.
 
“Level 5”, Vince mumbled as the machine’s stamps lowered even further.
 
Taron inhaled sharply as his own nuts were flattened paper thin, bringing them to the brink of collapse.
 
Channing’s nuts were one step ahead.
 
Their swan song was a long, wet SPLOOOSH.
 
The two testicles had lost their inner structure, and with that any hope of ever functioning again. They were gone, turned into goo, and the little chunks that had remained were viciously squished, annihilated by the merciless machine.
 
“Make it stop!” Channing yelled hysterically.
 
His hands found the red button.
 
“Wait!” Vince shouted. “Don’t---“
 
It was too late.
 
Chaning pressed the button.
 
Vince sighed. “I told your friend here: It’s not an emergency shutdown. It’s---“
 
A loud, nasty sound drowned out his voice as Channing’s ruined nuts were shredded by the garbage disposer.
 
“Well, I guess your balls' career is over”, Taron mumbled in a strained voice, his nuts still flattened by the machine. “At least you’ve still got your dick…”
 
“Yeah, well…” Vince’s voice trailed off as the shredder made short work of the contents of the vacuum tube, formerly known as Channing’s dick, leaving Channing robbed of everything that had once made him a man.
 
The machine stopped when Channing’s genitals were annihilated, leaving Tron with a pair of sore nuts, and Channing with nothing.
 
“Level 5: Very tough”, Vince mumbled as he filled out Taron’s part of the report. “Mr. Tatum.” He cleared his throat, looking at the actor’s nutless, dickless crotch. “Well, I guess that’s Level 6: Not applicable.”
 
Taron put his hands on Channing’s shoulder. “I guess I beat you. Sorry, old man.”
 
Channing blinked, looking down at his completely smooth crotch. It looked like there had never been a dick or a pair of balls.
 
In a funny twist, it was Channing who got the role in the end.
 
While Taron’s tough nuts enabled him to take a kick to the groin like a champ, Channing’s new condition turned out to be even more advantageous: He didn’t show any reaction after getting kicked in the crotch, making him the perfect casting choice and leading to a whole slew of new roles in slapstick comedy movies.
 
“Lucky bastard”, Taron mumbled when he heard the news. “Lucky fucking bastard.” 

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Three down,  nine to go. The B Factor - Season 2 continues!