The B Factor - Season 2: No mercy (Elimination #10)

 

We are heading for the finals, guys! Isn't it exciting?

In our tenth elimination round of The B Factor - Season 2 we asked you to answer the following question: Who is most worthy of being caressed after a nutshot?? 192 votes have been counted. 

Only three contestants are left: Chris Hemsworth, KJ Apa and Nick Jonas. Who will advance to the final? Who will have a chance at winning the season? And who will be left in the dirt?

Drumroll, please.

THE LOSER IS:

 

Chris Hemsworth with 23.5% of the vote.

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

Chris is out, and here is his story.

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No mercy
 
Featured in this story: Chris Hemsworth

“Oh man, I hope you’ve made a donation to the sperm bank”, Chris Hemsworth laughed, pulling out his phone to take a picture for his Instagram account. “Cause you’ll shooting blanks for a while, buddy…”
 
The crew member who was rolling on the ground, clutching his crotch, moaned in pain.
 
Chris Hemsworth was a notorious sack tapper, but in recent times the Hollywood hunk had broadened his testicular torture skills. It seemed like nut kicking was one thing that Chris was especially good at (“That’s why there’s Leg Days!”), and the pain that was radiating through the crew member’s body was the result of a quick, hard, nutcrunching kick from behind.
 
The rest of the crew cringed in sympathy, cupping their own crotches, breathing a sigh of relief, grateful that their sack hadn’t been the focus of Chris’ attack.
 
The picture received thousands of likes on Instagram, and several hundreds of disparaging remarks about the poor victim’s fertility, his ability to father children, and his general appearance. People mocked his looks and the size of his genitalia, questioning his pain and making fun of him.
 
Chris loved it.
 
There was nothing better than delivering a nice, hard nutshot and seeing a guy in pain. The famous actor loved the feeling of power over another male. It was primal, satisfying – pretty funny in Chris’ opinion.
 
At first, people had gone along with Chris. Fellow cast members and the crew had laughed at Chris’ nutcrunching antics – but as their collective sperm count got lower and lower, glee gave way to pity.
 
Now, Hemsworth’s nutshots were feared and loathed, and people had ice packs and “Get well soon” cards ready.
 
Every man on the set of Hemsworth’s latest billion dollar blockbuster had been the victim of one of his sack attacks, and there was a growing feeling that somebody had to do something about it.
 
It was a collaborative effort, absolutely clandestine and perfectly coordinated. Everybody did their part, from cable puller to the guys in the editing room, cleaners, caterers and cameramen, script boys, stunt men and sound engineers, gaffers, grips and guest stars – every single person with a pair of testicles worked tirelessly to bring Hemsworth down.
 
And they finally did.
 
The handsome actor’s eyes were wide open, filled with fear, as he watched the long, long line of people waiting to take a shot at his nuts.
 
The handsome stud was naked, gagged and immobilized, suspended in mid-air. His hands were duct-taped behind his back, his legs spread wide apart, his family jewels dangling between his thighs, hiy eyes pleading for mercy.
 
He wouldn’t get any.
 
“They say it takes a village to raise a kid”, a twenty-something make-up artist with a boyish face and three-day stubble said in a solemn voice. “It takes just as many people to stop a man from having kids.” He inhaled deeply. “Let’s make sure that there will be no Chris Juniors! Let’s end the Hemsworth family line right here and now!”
 
The crowd roared with approval.
 
For every sack tap and every nut kick, every slap in the balls and every nut flick, the victim got a minute of quality time with Chris Hemsworth’s genitals.
 
People had brought boxing gloves and hockey sticks, golf clubs, baseball bats and all kinds of sports equipment, others had gone through their tool boxes to bring also tools like pliers, hammers and mallets, some had even brought tasers and other nasty looking stuff.
 
The make-up artist took a more hands-on approach: He grabbed Chris Hemsworth’s hanging fruit with both of his hands and started squeezing his balls with all the force he could muster. His fingertips dug deep into the tender flesh of the Hollywood hunk’s testicles, squishing and squashing his precious plums.
 
Chris screamed and shrieked in agony, his eyes wide open, muffled by the gag in his mouth.
 
The talented fingers of the make-up artist elicited all kinds of funny noises from the Hollywood star as the clock ticked down, slowly and steadily, with no sympathy for Chris Hemsworth’s pain or his ability to ever father children.
 
Five minutes later, when the make-up artist’s time was up, Chris Hemsworth’s genitals were beet red and severely swollen.
 
“Those are not going to last very long”, he mumbled as he slapped the fat, swollen testicles with the palm of his hand. Then he got up and turned to the next in line. “Your turn. Have fun!”
 
Chris Hemsworth was in for a painful night...

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Ten down, two to go. The B Factor - Season 2 continues!