Chapter One - A Filthy Night

After the fall of New York and humanity, the Master had reached the pinnacle of his success. But this was unfortunate for him, as he had no new goals to strive for thus boredom consumed him. He spent the days and nights of nuclear winter staring out of the window wishing for something to occupy his mind, even if it were the simplest of things.

He reached out to his second in command, Thomas Eichhorst to help him on this endeavour, who was all too happy to embrace new tasks. He racked his brains trying to think of something new that the Master might enjoy. Being as old as he was, there weren't many things that he hadn't experienced. But then a light-bulb moment came to him: in all the time he had known him, never before had he seen him get high.

It was not difficult to find some illicit substances in the wasteland of the ruined city for him to tempt his lord, (if the Master was really that bored, surely he would be up for trying new things in the form of class A's?). Eichhorst had idolised and adored him for years, for him it would be a dream come true for them to get high together. He even began to fantasize that it could lead to something more...

The Master was stretched out on the couch in his exquisitely furnished penthouse lounge, equipped with a fully stocked bar, when Eichhorst appeared holding a cocktail glass full of a crimson liquid.

"What is this Thomas?" the Master asked raising a hairless eyebrow.

"Well Master... give it a go," Eichhorst smiled. "It is the night for trying new things."

The Master was unsure at first but Eichhorst had never let him down before and he trusted him. Without fear, he surrendered his lips and shot out his stinger to gulp the fluid from the glass. It took less than a second for his supernatural senses to decipher its ingredients: blood, vodka and Ecstasy. However he had no complaints; he had no immediate enemies to fear, if there was a time to let loose and let go of any woes or responsibility, it was now. And that is what he did, nodding approvingly at his Nazi butler as he downed the drink. A happy grin spread across Eichhorst's face.

The effects of the drug did not take long to kick in. He and Eichhorst laughed a little and instead of giving him orders and sending him out to work, the Master was desperate for him to stay with him in his penthouse for further chats and giggles.

"You can relax my great one, I will attend to everything," Eichhorst said slickly handing him another of the Ecstasy-vodka cocktails.

"As you wish Thomas," the Master slurred, his eyes rolling around like amber marbles in his head. He was happy to be free of any responsibility so he could relish the high. In all the centuries the ancient vampire had walked the earth, he had never dabbled in drugs and couldn't believe what he had been missing.

Eichhorst gazed at him adoringly. He had admired him for so long. Even back when he was human, he had always craved a strong leader to serve. And after seventy years, here he was, the right hand man to the ruler of every human, animal and strigoi. Every day he woke up and was thankful that he had been chosen as his second in command. The Master was everything he had ever dreamed of. Yet still he wanted more. For all his human life he had longed to taste desire but had never been blessed in such a way. Could the Master fulfil this craving?

The Master caught him looking at him and smiled. Fair play to Eichhorst, he never let him down and always delivered. Suddenly the effects of the substances from his last drink kicked in. It was slow at first but then an intense wave of euphoria surged through him, much more powerful than the first. He felt as though he needed to buckle up and strap in before he took off. Beads of sweat formed and rolled down his back so he slipped his coat off and unbuttoned the top of his shirt before he overheated.

Next, an overwhelming urge to hug his attractive smartly dressed German consumed him. Obeying the impulses, he jumped up, flung his arms around him and squeezed him tightly. Without knowing why, he took a deep breath to inhale his scent. Seconds later he questioned himself - why was he sniffing Eichhorst? - but when he couldn't find an answer, he decided to go with it. He did have a soft spot for his attentive servant. Eichhorst was taken by surprise; the Master was not usually one for physical contact, surely he wasn't coming on to him?

"I am so lucky to have someone as loyal and devoted as you. Thank you for this Thomas," he said.

"You are most welcome my lord," Eichhorst smiled at him. "I see you are enjoying the Ecstasy."

He slowly raised his arms to return the embrace, unsure of whether or not he should. A few moments passed and the Master continued to hold him so he boldly squeezed his waist and in return, the Master grinned and nuzzled his head into his shoulder.

His touch sent shivers down Eichhorst's spine and the feeling of the ever elusive desire filled him. His face was so close to him, his warm breath washed upon his neck... Did he want him to kiss him? All it would take was the turn of his head. Eichhorst had to use every ounce of his willpower to restrain himself. He did not want to make the first move. He had misunderstood the Master's intentions in the past and did not want to make the same mistake twice. There was always a chance he was misreading the signals and the Master could be fearsome - what if he turned down his advances? He was clearly as high as a kite; his affection was very uncharacteristic. He did not want to be later accused of taking advantage.

In the time Eichhorst took contemplating the issue, the Master released his hold on him and slumped back down on the couch. Eichhorst spotted a glint in his eyes that revealed a smouldering passion that he never knew existed but it seemed the opportunity to plant a kiss on him had passed. He could only hope that he gave in to his lust because he did not want to push him but judging by the smile spreading across his face, things were looking promising...

Many drinks (and a few more E's) later, the atmosphere in the Master's penthouse was chilled and relaxed. The drugs had worked wonders on him and he had loosened up to the point where he told Eichhorst that he could help himself to as many cocktails as he liked.

As a result, his sobriety had also been dented so he cheekily hijacked YouTube to select a bombardment of old Bonkers albums. The strigoi were intoxicated enough to embrace the cheesy happy hardcore music. Neither of them mentioned the elephant in the room - the hug and the lustful feelings it had stirred but it was obvious they had both felt something.

Eichhorst had been desperately besotted with the Master for decades and craved nothing more than to be closer to him but his reclusive nature meant any kind of relationship was out of bounds. What could he do to make him realise that nobody would go as far as he would to serve him? Given a chance, he could thrill him to his core. All he needed was the Master's permission.

Maybe it was the substances, but for some reason Eichhorst found his mind wandering to darker places than normal. He could serve him in ways he could never imagine...

Through the haze of booze and drugs, the Master sensed that Eichhorst was thinking about him - his gift of telepathy was a blessing and a curse. It was not the first time but now his desires seemed far more intense. His dreamy blue eyes were windows to a mind full of dark sexual fantasies. The Master had never been the slightest bit interested in lust or desire but now something in his subconscious was making him wonder: would it really be so bad to give Eichhorst what he had been craving for?

He moved closer to him and ran his long fingers down his cheek.

"You have been dreaming about me for a long time haven't you?" he asked.

"All I ever wanted to do is serve you. You are my world, I will do anything you ask," Eichhorst answered eagerly. The Master's touch alone sent shivers down his spine.

"Anything?" the Master smiled.

Something inside him had awakened. He wanted to test his loyal German's devotion and explore new things. Unbeknownst to Eichhorst, since the E's had kicked in, he had been fantasising too. And being the Master, his thoughts were on a whole other level of dark and depraved.

Eichhorst's jaw almost dropped when the Master finally succumbed and knelt on the floor to slowly and seductively peel off his shirt and trousers. He stared in disbelief. He desperately wanted to touch him, smother him with kisses but the shock had frozen him to the spot. The Master grinned, enjoying the stunned look on his face. Now completely naked, he lay flat on his back and motioned for him to come over. Eichhorst could hardly believe his luck and scampered across the floor to him.

"Take off your clothes and squat over me," he said with a cheeky smile on his face.

He hurriedly ripped off his suit and assumed the position, breathing hard. A vast array of emotions were surging through him; nerves being the primary one. What if he did not please his lord? What was it he wanted to do? Unfortunately, one of the downsides to being a strigoi was that they lacked the equipment for any sexual activities but he would have been perfectly happy with simply a kiss and cuddle. Should he lean in for the kiss he so desperately wanted?

The Master watched the conflict on his face. Clearly he wanted him but was terribly anxious. He clasped his hands on his thighs and softly squeezed as he gave him a smile to reassure him.

"I am ready to receive your infinite power," Eichhorst said.

"First, I want to receive some of yours," the Master whispered. "Take a shit on me."

"Excuse me?" Eichhorst raised an eyebrow, again the Master had taken him by surprise. Was he being serious?

"Do it!" the Master commanded sternly. "You said you would do anything!"

Eichhorst hesitated but the look in his fiery eyes told him that he meant it, "As you wish my lord..."

The drugs were making his stomach contents bubble anyway so it took little effort for him to explosively void his bowels all over the Master's chest. He had made an almighty mess; he could feel faeces clinging to his skin but on seeing the satisfied look on the Master's face absolved him of any anxiety or shame. He smiled, eagerly awaiting his response. He did not have to wait long. He shrieked at a sharp jolt from the snake-like stinger shooting from his mouth and thrusting itself full force up inside him. Now, any self consciousness he may have felt was long forgotten.

"Mein Meister es fuhlt sich so gut!" he slipped into his native tongue to praise him.

The stinger burrowed deeper, the Master curious as to how far it could go before Eichhorst submitted but he managed to take it all - and he loved every second of it. His eyes rolled in the back of his head as he rocked back and forth, moaning in time with the thrusts. The Master continued, enjoying seeing Eichhorst in such euphoria then finished off by retrieving his stinger and tonguing his hole.

"Thank you my lord," Eichhorst gasped.

The Master was not done. He gripped his obedient servant by the neck, pinned him down on his back and mounted him, expecting the favour to be returned. Eichhorst grinned in approvall. The Master straddled his face and let out a stream of faecal matter into his gaping mouth. Eichhorst was in paradise. Neither cared about the mess they were making as they smeared excrement over the floor and on each other. In fact for them, it was a turn on. The trademark strigoi stench of ammonia that filled the room was like a sweet perfume to them. Eichhorst could hardly contain himself as he gripped the Master's legs with his soiled palms and slid his stinger inside him to explore every inch of his rectal cavity.

"Thomas... your talents really are invaluable to me..." he groaned orgasmically.

Unable to answer with his mouthful, Eichhorst squeezed his legs in appreciation. This was a dream come true for him. His only hang-up was that they lacked the body parts to do anything further. Maybe the Master, with his power could do something in the future to fix this, he thought to himself.

The passion lasted for many hours with Eichhorst reluctant to break away; he wanted this moment to last for eternity. Whilst the Master shared his enjoyment, the effects of the drink and drugs began to wear off and were replaced by a headache and a creeping sickly feeling in his stomach. The right place for an impending comedown was resting in his box, not having his asshole tongued for hours on end by his servant. Abruptly, he yanked Eichhorst's stinger out of his back passage and threw it at him.

"Thank you Thomas. I am going to bed," he said.

He retreated to his dark room and climbed into the dirt filled coffin he used to sleep in. Like Eichhorst, he too had wanted to do more - Eichhorst's touch and the feeling of his stinger inside him had stimulated him in ways he never thought possible. Exceedingly frustrated, he cursed his biology and tried to think of a resolution for next time. But first, he needed to recover from his first high. He curled up and was about to close the lid when his naked lover crawled in beside him with a grin spread ear to ear and eyes gooey with complete adoration.

"That was wunderbar my lord. Thank you for releasing your divine essences to me, you have made me so happy," Eichhorst said dreamily laying beside him and wrapping his arms around him in a warm embrace.

To his surprise, the Master pulled away and jabbed him with his elbow for him to get out. As far as he was concerned, now that their sexual encounter was over, there was no need for Eichhorst to be so close to him. He wanted none of the emotional side and the last thing he needed when he had a headache was to listen to Eichhorst pouring his heart out about how much he adored him. Especially when he already knew.

"Get dressed. Do not let me see you in my bed again, you do not belong here," he snapped coldly, making sure he knew his place.

For a moment, Eichhorst's face fell as if his entire world had collapsed as self-doubt filled him once again but he quickly pulled himself together and did as he was told, only letting out his screams of rage and frustration when he was far out of earshot.