Chrishemsworthservant - Chris Hemsworth's Servant

Slave of the Year

Slave#167 had been the “Slave of the Year”. It got this for being the slave with the least punishments throughout the year. 

In the morning, it got more slave-mush than the other slaves and was rewarded with some salt to give the tasteless mush some flavor.

After breakfast, their chores began. Slave#167's chores consisted mainly of cleaning God Hemworths's shoes with its tongue. After its 13th pair, it got rewarded with some sock induced water to hydrate its mouth.

Then the main reward came. After 2 hours, the door opened and the slave was met with 2 muscular legs. It recognized it as God Hemsworth. It bowed before Him and felt Him confirm a leash around its collar.

It crawled behind Him and it quickly realized what it was gonna get; it was going to be rewarded with a walk outside. It hadn't seen the outside since its enslavement.

And not only that, the cherry on top was that God Chris was going to allow it to lick His dirty soles clean after the walk as desert.

Slave#167 was going to remember this day for the rest of its slave-life. It was so lucky!

Chris Hemsworth is God

Chris Hemsworth on Instagram (December 8, 2021)

"You think you deserve this apple, slave?" Chris said, holding a fresh apple before a kneeling slave. Chris had promised to give the slave a fruit at the end of the day if it didn't make any mistakes with its chores.

The slave, tired of all the dog-food and mush it had to eat since it got bought by Chris from the pet-store, was surely motivated after it heard this. It hadn't eaten any fruit in YEARS!

So after this "promise", it made sure to work extra hard to make sure it didn't make any mistakes. It cleaned His licked the floors clean with its tongue which took 3 hours, licked His shoes clean which took 3 hours too, did all the dishes, one of the activities where the slave was allowed to stand, a privilege that was given by hours of praying and thanking Chris and much more.

 The slave after its done, made sure to crawl around the mansion to make sure it didn't miss a spot. When it was certain that it didn't leave anything dirty, it went into Chris's prayer room, where the slave had to bow down to pray to Him, asking for His mercy and forgiveness, and praising Him for His superiority. This prayer could take from 30 minutes to hours, it depended on the remaining time Chris was away, which varied.

And now He was here, sitting down with an Apple that He promised and the slave kneeling down with its dog-bowl filled with dog kibble and a bowl with its daily socksweat and piss-induced water.

"So subhuman slave, answer Me, you think you deserve this apple? you did all of your chores without any major mistakes and you were on time today, didn't you?" He said, looking at the clock.

The slave thought about its answer swiftly and carefully, knowing that it finally had the permission to speak, minus the praying and praising after a week, and it couldn't fuck up, 'cause the apple was on the line. 

"This slave deserves nothing, oh Great Master Chris. I worship You as my God, Sir, for providing me with life-sustaining nourishment everyday, for letting a lowly animal like me serve You. The fag did all its chores, to make Your awesome Superior life easier, oh Great Alpha God, all i am is tool for You to use Sir."

After the slave said this, a light chuckle was heard from above, the slave trembling, not knowing if was it said was good enough. After some seconds, the slave could hear Chris standing up and a *thump* on the ground, the slave moving its eyes to its Master's shoes, only to be met with the apple that Chris just had in His hands. 

"So I am gonna reward you for this week, and maybe I'll throw in one of My sweaty socks, if I wear a pair sometime, or I'll let you lick the dirt off My soles after a walk, but that's if you behave like a good slave throughout the rest of the week, understood?"

The slave immediately crawled forward, kissing its God's shoes, thanking and praising Him for this privilege. After Chris had enough of the slave mouth on His shoes, he kicked the slave in its face telling it to back up. The slave did, and was met with the apple again, only this time with Chris's shoe on it. Chris slowly applied pressure on the apple, crushing it into a mush. "Bon Appétit slave, lick this shit off My shoe, and I'll let you lick it off the floor too if you do a good job."

The slave was in heaven, crawling forward and desperately licking the dirt mixed with the sweet apple juices off His shoe-sole. It's God was so Kind and Generous!

Grayson Dolan's new pair of socks

Dylan, a fan of Ethan and Grayson had won a giveaway which included him being flown out to meet the Twins.

He was beyond excited, having watched them for years. Ultimately it didn't disappoint as he enjoyed his time at their mansion.

At the end of the day, they wanted to end the day with a picture for him to remember this experience. After this Dylan stood up, wanting to prepare to say his goodbyes but suddenly 2 hands sat him down again.

Dylan looked at the Twins confused. "Hey hey why the hurry! Let's take another picture but let us give you our surprise gift!" Ethan said hurrying out the room with Grayson following behind him.

Dylan wondered what it was but they returned fairly quickly. "Close your eyes!" Grayson said with a grin with someone behind his back.

Dylan complied. After a few seconds he felt something wet on his lap and a foul smell hit his nose like a truck. "Ugh..." He couldn't help but let this out as he looked away. Had they given him blue cheese? He heard Grayson giggling, was this a prank?

"Alright, open your eyes" He heard the Twins say simultaneously.

Dylan quickly looked at one of the Twin's amused faces trying to hold in his laugh before looking down. He was met with... cotton.... socks... white... no.... once white socks?

He looked up again, looking for some kind of explanation. The moment he looked up, everything went black.

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Dylan woke up in the dark, unable to move. He tried to scream but it was like his mouth was completely stuffed. What is this cheesy smell....? Where am I....? Someone please help....!

"Dylan, say cheese!" Dylan heard Ethan say, which would be the last time Dylan would hear his name. What Dylan didn't realize is that the Twins had planned to turn him into some fresh pair of socks for Grayson to wear since he was out of them. He would be used for weeks... maybe months... absorbing Grayson Dolan's footsweat just to turn into the smelly socks they had presented him, another fan.