After the changes to reality, a big part of the problems went away. All the bots were nobodies after all. Insanely attractive nobodies, but still nobodies. The master was happier than he’d ever been, apart maybe from the moment he first received his IChris Hemsworth. This of course automatically made all bots and servants happier than ever, as their feelings were mostly amplified versions of the masters. You might wonder, why servants as in multiple when there’s only Eric? Well, he’s not the only one anymore. Let me explain:
After the changes to reality were made, most of the media attention went away. However, some remained due to the extreme wealth of the master. People were fascinated by how the master knew all these people and why they were all glad to share the master sexually. Some even wanted the bots for themselves and tried to get near. Luckily, Arrowbot was very skilled at his job and hypnotised the ones not worthy of service to the master into not caring about any of the bots or the master.
There were of course some who fit the bill and hypnotised by Arrowbot into becoming proper servants for the master, but those were not the only new members of the master’s household. New bots were added too. The former celebrities were originally hired to promote the master’s new clothing line, but were found too much to the master’s liking to be left alone after.







The remaining media attention eventually still turned out to be too much, so the bots came up with a plan. They would change reality once again and move the palace in which they lived to a new island of their creation, impossible to reach for a journalist who didn’t pay a hefty sum to get there. Now everything seemed fine and this is where we continue our story.
Wesley wasn’t obsessed, he thought. It was normal to wonder how such a wealthy man got his money and and especially his acquaintances. The company the man kept was nothing short of perfect, especially that Chris guy. How much he wanted to be with him, but the man and his associate were practically unreachable. No celebrity magazines ever got something on them, because a trip to their island would cost more than they could ever gain. They weren’t him however. He’d saved enough money and was willing to spend it to get Chris.
Meanwhile, the master enjoyed every single moment since the change to reality his bots made. He loved them so much. They worshipped him every moment of every day unless he told them to do something else. Even Arrowbot wasn’t on guard anymore, instead making up for lost time with his master. Arrowbot alone however, wasn’t enough to satiate the master, so he got his new ones to worship his body while Arrowbot got the pleasure of kissing his master. This was the again temporary, as the master found it much fairer if the changed positions once in while, the bots moving in a cycle, each getting the chance to kiss him, worship his arms, legs, chest.



The IChris bots were working out together, musing on how much their increasingly toned, muscled bodies would please their master. How much they wanted that. IChris Hemsworth was doing some bicep curls while IChris Evans was working on his boxing. Neither was aware of them being watched until it was too late.


IChris Evans woke up in a room with a bed, television screen, nightstand and closet. He didn’t know what had happened after that man showed up in the middle of his conversation and workout session with IChris Hemsworth. He checked the room, but his cell phone was nowhere to be found. Then the screen lit up, showing the person who took him away from the island AND HIS MASTER. The anger and hate swelled up inside him. “How dare you take me away from Master?!” he pointed to the screen. “Oh. Just as masculine and demanding as I imagined. God, that anger looks so good on you, makes you muscles seem even bigger.”, Wesley said, joyous at the prospect of having Chris all to himself. “Don’t worry about that, Chris. Here YOU are the important one. I’ll serve you, just tell me what you want. I could worship your wonderful hard earned muscles,” “TAKE ME TO MASTER!”, IChris screamed at the top of his lungs, his face becoming red with anger and hate. “You know I can’t do that. I love you too much for you to spend your life with someone else. If you need to let out some stress, there’s a whole gym through the door. Don’t bother trying to leave though, the door out can only be opened by my vocal command.”
IChris Hemsworth was later found by the servants that were tasked with escorting him to the master. They immediately called for help from other servants and bots to bring the unconcious bot to the master and tell him of what they found. Once there, all bots present began to change reality to make the head trauma disappear. IChris Hemsworth then woke up and stood up, ready to fight before he noticed his surroundings. Next he told the master the story of what happened and everyone came up with a plan, not only to bring IChris Evans back and prevent this sort of thing in the future. No, a plan to get rid of all possible future problems. One that excited the master for more than just that reason.

IChris Evans did try to escape…and found out the hard way that it didn’t work, so he did as he thought master would want him to…improve his body for him while trying to get back to him. The gym was full of the same type of screens he’d found in the bedroom, each he was unable to break. That didn’t mean he was any less distraught however, as he put all his aggression in his boxing and kept screaming for as long as he could to let him go to master.

In the meantime, Wesley wasn’t thrilled at what he saw, but he was prepared. He’d paid for a hypnosis course by one of the best hypnotists in the world…and he’d make Chris see that he’d only done right in bringing him here, so he could be worshipped and served like he deserved.











































