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What The Master Wants	By : PolterGlitch Category: -Misc TV Shows > General Views: 1847 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter Six – The Turning

It dawned on him that Eichhorst was the one responsible for drugging him with rat poison and horse tranquilliser. The first emotion that fell on him was devastation – how could his right hand man do this to him? Somebody who promised to serve him for eternity? And after all he had given him... He was the only strigoi blessed with free will and this was how he repaid him? He was not ashamed to admit that he broke down and wept. And to lose Justine too... Eichhorst had crossed the line. He had to kill him. Things were escalating quickly and he was losing control. What Eichhorst had done was unforgivable and he could never trust him again. However, the thought of snapping his best friend's neck broke his heart. It would take a long time to train another strigoi up to serve him as well as he did and even then they probably would not be as good. The Master enjoyed Eichhorst's eager, twisted Nazi mind. He truly was heartbroken – where had it all gone wrong? He got out of the bath, slipped his dressing gown on and sat in the lounge to confront him.
“Thomas... I know it was you who drugged me. Why did you do it? Why did you betray me?” he held his face in his hands but was unable to hide his sorrow.
Eichhorst reverted to hysterics, panicking at being put on the spot, “My sincerest apologies Master. It was for the greater good.”
Seeing the Master in tears felt like a punch in the gut. It was the first time he had seen him cry and was unsure if he had ever cried before at all.
“I couldn't stand to see you with that woman! She would never love you like I do. I would do anything for you but you violate and humiliate me then discard me when you have finished! I can't stand it anymore! I love you and I know you feel the same, you just cannot admit it!” the words came tumbling out and he was powerless to stop them.
“You do not know what I feel,” the Master said distantly.
He had not murdered him yet so Eichhorst boldly carried on. He knelt down in front of him, grabbed his shoulders and shook him.
“You do love me,” he insisted. “Think of all the things we've shared together. You would not have let me unless you felt something for me. Just admit it. I think the reason you are so cruel to me is because you feel exactly the same about me as I do for you and it scares you. Humans are our enemies yet you treated that woman with more care than me. All because you are afraid of your own feelings.”
Any other time the Master would have given him a beating for such insolence but instead he looked away as he pondered that perhaps he was correct. Still, he had to keep the mask up for he could not show weakness.
“I fear nothing!” he shouted unconvincingly as his voice shook. “How dare you speak to me this way you lowlife Nazi filth. You do not get to psychoanalyse me. I will not tolerate this. I gave you everything and you repaid me by poisoning my drink! I've never felt so sick in all my life - I thought I was dying! How could I ever love something as conniving, worthless and ungrateful as you? You are beneath contempt, you vile disgusting abomination!”
Eichhorst rolled his eyes. He had had enough of the Master's denials and cheap insults.
“Fuck you. I am done. Kill me if you wish I do not care anymore!” he yelled at him in frustration. “You are the Master, all powerful and all seeing yet you refuse to see what is right in front of you! Every day I die a little inside waiting for you to wake up so you will be putting me out of my misery. Du bist der, der undankbar ist. Du Fotze.”
The Master could not believe his ears. Did Eichhorst just call him a cunt and accuse him of being the ungrateful one? He said nothing and continued looking at the floor.
“Love... it binds, chokes and strangles... those were your words Thomas,” he murmured thoughtfully.
A droplet slid from his eye. If he was honest, he did love him. He would not be crying his heart out at the thought of losing him if he didn't. And he could not bring himself to destroy him despite him more than deserving it. He had ripped people apart for far less. He did not approve of the way he was chipping away at his real feelings that he wanted desperately to stay buried.
“Our love is different, it is eternal,” Eichhorst said clutching his hands pleadingly. “Treat me with the respect I deserve and together we will be unstoppable. Stop pushing me away when I can satisfy all of your desires. You know I can!”
He gently put his fingers under his chin and tilted his head up, forcing him to look at him. He had laid his heart on the line – it was all or nothing now. He looked into his eyes and saw a depressed, lonely soul crippled with fear. These were three things he could fix if he would only let him.
The Master met his gaze, there was no way he could avoid him. He was in turmoil as to whether to tear him to pieces or kiss him. He wanted him so much but his pride stood in the way. He stared at him for a few moments, his face giving nothing away. Eichhorst held his own and didn't break as he would have before. His newly found courage was admirable... and going against everything he had been planning, the Master flung his arms around him and brought him onto his lap.
“You are very special to me. I do enjoy the time we spend together. If this is love then perhaps I do love you,” he finally confessed.
He untucked his shirt and slid his hands up his smooth torso. Eichhorst beamed, his ocean blue eyes alight with euphoria. He was willing to let him have his way with him one last time. And if he was cruel to him afterwards and threw him away like he was a piece of trash, then that would be the end. He waited to receive the Master's true feelings, finally he would get everything he had dreamed of but then his tone darkened...
“But I am so disappointed in you,” the Master continued as he pulled his shirt open and fiddled with his tie. He tightened it so that it was almost strangling him then put his large hands around his neck and lifted him up.
“I should destroy you right now,” he hissed demonically. “How dare you do this to me. How dare you make me feel like this you Nazi filth.”
Eichhorst tried to gulp but was unable to with the Master's thumbs pressing down on his throat. Was his time finally at an end? The Master strengthened his grip. He squeezed hard, trying to bring himself to snap his neck and finish him. However his cock betrayed him and rose to life, the sensation of Eichhorst's quickening pulse against his palms getting him going. The way he had ditched his lovesick puppy routine and at last stood up to him had turned him on too. It was refreshing to see him riled up and fierce. But exposing his weakness had also angered him - he wanted to drill an unprecedented terror in him to push him back down and show him who was in charge.
Eichhorst looked at him pleadingly for forgiveness. The Master's head wanted one thing but his cock another. He extended his finger and stroked his cheek... all the while still choking him and giving him a chilling glare. Eichhorst began to squirm as he struggled to break free. He did not want to die, not now the Master had admitted his feelings. If he hadn't confessed his love he would have accepted his fate with dignity but now he had everything to live for. The Master's stone eyes were giving nothing away about his decision on taking his life but he was not known for showing mercy. Eichhorst worried that his attempt at calling his bluff had failed.
The Master put all his might into squeezing and pushing his head to the side, going through the motions as if he were about to break him. Any more pressure and he would have succeeded.
Tears ran silently down Eichhorst's face as he wriggled and grappled at his arms in a fruitless attempt to escape his sadistic clutches. The pain of his strained neck intensified and an overwhelming fear set in, overriding his bodily functions, primarily his bladder. The Master smirked as he watched a large dark patch form on his crotch and spread down his leg, pee dribbling through his trousers as it went. Now who was scared? He loved the power he could exert over him. Satisfied he had frightened him enough into never betraying him again, he finally loosened his grip and brought him back onto his lap, his perversity enjoying the feel of his sodden clothes against his legs. Eichhorst gasped for breath between weeping uncontrollably and trying to hide the wet stain with his hands. The relief that he had been spared was clouded by total humiliation. He felt completely broken.
“Make no mistakes, I will kill you if you ever cross me again,” the Master said.
In the heat of the moment Eichhorst sobbed. “I hate you. Why did I ever fall for you? You are so cruel to me.”
The Master knew his words were empty. Well, he was willing to admit he was cruel but that was part of what had attracted him to him in the first place. Eichhorst's defences were up in order to deflect the shame of crying and wetting himself like a baby. He could see right through him.
“There is no need for your embarrassment or your tears, Thomas. You must understand I had to punish you. You are not going to cross me again are you? And I know you don't hate me...” he slid his hands behind his back and pushed him close enough to kiss his tear stained cheek.
“No Master I did not mean what I said, I apologise. I promise I'll never hurt you again. Thank you for keeping your faith in me,” Eichhorst sniffed and wiped his face, trying to regain some of his dignity. In hindsight, he had got away lightly. He trembled, still in the grips of fear as the Master moved his lips to caress his neck, which had the imprints of his hands emblazoned on it.
“Good. I think we are even now don't you? You took your punishment well. Now I am willing to try things the way you want.”
He held his head in his hands and wiped away the remaining teardrops with his thumbs.
“I hope so Master,” Eichhorst sighed, feeling mentally exhausted. “Because I cannot take this torment you put me through anymore. You say you'll treat me better but you never keep your word. I was wrong to let my envy take control and I am so sorry for hurting you but I only did it because I want us to be exclusive. Nobody else is worthy of your glory.”
Eichhorst was invaluable. He could be tough, sadistic and clever yet the Master was able to break him down to a whimpering wreck whenever he liked (Eichhorst had a habit of falling to pieces when he was stressed). It was true, every kink and fetish he could fulfil and for that he loved him. His twisted perception of love, at least.
“I promise I will keep myself only for you, if you let me do as I wish with you. Really fulfil your role as my number one servant because Thomas, you belong to me,” he whispered seductively and let out his stinger to teasingly lick his ear.
Eichhorst nodded; it was everything he had ever wanted. He was more than happy to let him do whatever he desired just so long as he did not have to share him. He could forgive him for the strangling... he figured he had deserved it after spiking him with rat poison and ketamine and his hard-on hadn't gone unnoticed so for that he was glad that he had served him.
The Master draped his arm around him, holding him in position so he could not escape the soft kisses he planted upon his face. With his free hand, he groped the semi between his legs then tugged at his piss soaked clothes.
“Take these off.”
Eichhorst did as he was told and kicked off his trousers and soggy underpants. Now, aside from his tie (now loosened), he sat naked on the Master's lap and wrapped his arms around his shoulders. The Master playfully winked at him, slipped off his robe to expose his rock hard cock and manoeuvred him on top of it so he could slide in easily. The Master wanted him, not to dominate him but as an equal sexual partner.
This time he was not rough. He entered him easily as if his cock was tailor made to fit inside him. Eichhorst let out a contented sigh at the feel of his hot tight ass snugly embracing him. Gently, the Master began to make love to him. He looked up at Eichhorst, who's tears had dried up and been replaced with a dreamy smile. His cock sprang to life, much to the Master's delight as he proceeded to tug it.
Eichhorst clung to his shoulders, digging his nails in each time the tip of the Master's cock touched his G spot. For the first time, the Master realised how beautiful he was to him. His slender body swayed back and forth majestically as he rocked his hips in perfect sync with him. His eyes drifted shut to the outside world as his mind was lost in their passion. Every pleasure point on his body tingled. Something had changed between them. Humiliating him had turned him on and served his ego but seeing him euphoric like this thrilled him to the depths of his soul. He could have happily watched him for eternity as he basked in the loving aura he was projecting. Eichhorst had the most dazzling, radiant smile.
“You like that don't you Thomas?”
No verbal response was necessary and the Master did not need telepathy to know Eichhorst 'liking' it was an understatement. His rubbing of his cock sped up but he maintained his tenderness. Eichhorst sighed and lolled his head as if he were high; the Master's touch was a drug he could never get enough of.
“You look most perfect when you are turned on,” the Master purred in his ear. “Kiss me.”
Eichhorst beamed. Just when he thought things could not get better, the Master had given him a genuine compliment. Normally all he got were words of how useful he was as if he were nothing more than a tool to him. The Master was not usually a big fan of kissing him either and only instigated them occasionally but now he couldn't stop himself showering him with them. Things had definitely changed. He granted his wish and smothered him with his soft lips.
No matter how much he tried, the Master could not stop the words slipping out as he wrapped his arms around Eichhorst, “I want you so much...”
He picked him up in a passionate embrace, locking his mouth against his to give him all his love. He wanted his scent on every inch of his body. He carried him into his room and gently laid him on his back in the dirt in his coffin. Eichhorst moaned softly at the different position he was in, the Master's cock was reaching new places. The Master felt a warm feeling inside him on seeing his expression light up. He didn't give Eichhorst any warning when he was about to cum but Eichhorst knew it wouldn't be long from his onset of heavy panting. The Master groaned as he filled his ass with his hot fluids and let a satisfied grin spread across his face. They paused for a few moments and gazed adoringly into each other's eyes while the Master came down from the high of his intense ejaculation. Eichhorst reached up and ran his hand down his face. The Master closed his eyes and softly sighed, enchanted by his touch.
“Your turn now Thomas,” he whispered. “I am all yours. Let me feel all your glory.”
They switched places with the Master assuming the position on all fours. Eichhorst wanted to taste him first. He put his lips to his hole and extended his tongue, spending a good few minutes kissing and licking him to make him moist for entry. He did enjoy foreplay.
He squeezed his hips and slid his cock slowly inside, the lube of his saliva aiding him beautifully. The Master let out a cry and grabbed his hand so he could tenderly kiss his fingertips. Eichhorst's soft gentle thrusts began scratching the deep lustful itch inside him and his loving kisses made his skin tingle all over.
“Thomas...” he gasped euphorically.
His cock knew all the spots to touch to coax out the Master's appreciative vocals. Eichhorst felt he had reached the very peak of his existence at hearing him moaning his name. His confidence grew; finally he knew he was good enough for him. The Master's dreamy moans were like music to his ears. With every one of his thrusts, his chorus grew louder as if there was an invisible switch buried in him to turn up the volume. Eichhorst joined in, unable to silence his cries at the hot sensation of his cock sliding further and further into his lord.
Eichhorst became bolder, a perverted grin spreading across his face as he tightened his grip on his hips and picked up the pace, quarrying deep into the Master's ass. It was refreshing being the dominant one. The Master had no complaints as he squealed and neither did his cock.
“I'm going to cum again,” he said through gritted teeth as he made a grab for it.
The lust took hold of him and he lost control, writhing and unleashing the white over his hand. Eichhorst did not let up – he wasn't far behind. He shot out his stinger to gobble up what he had released. The Master was completely at his mercy, his ejaculation had left him super sensitive all over. It was too much for him and he squirmed helplessly at the relentless assault on his sweet spot.
“Thomas... you are so good,” he struggled to even get his words out with the profound thumping of his heart and orgasmic jolts rushing through him.
His words were enough to propel the cum from Eichhorst's loins. He threw his head back and screamed, feeling the heat build up inside him and shoot up his shaft. As he unloaded every drop of cum into his lover, he knew they would be together forever. The Master felt him twitching inside him so turned and sealed their love with a kiss that took not only Eichhorst's breath away but all his insecurities too.
Their love had been taken to a new level. Both had seen the other in all lights; at their best and worst – there were no secrets or shame between them. Something had altered with their latest encounter; their souls were entwined, bonded for eternity. Eichhorst knew the Master would never look at anyone else and for the first time, the Master had no desire to either.
They lay down together in his nest, mutually cradling each other, still and contented. It felt good being naked, their nudity having connotations of being completely open to each other abound with trust and respect. The Master realised that cuddling his partner, watching him sleep and listening to his heartbeat was just as pleasurable as the sex itself. He adored his Eichhorst with every fibre of his being. All of him; even the parts that annoyed him. His imperfections were what made him unique.
“Ich liebe dich,” Eichhorst whispered in his ear.
“I love you too, my beautiful Nazi,” he smiled at him. “We will be together for all time...”
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