Kayla Shay (kaylashay) wrote,
Kayla Shay

Original Fiction: Blinded

Title: Blinded
Author: kaylashay
Rating: FR15
Disclaimer: The story is of my own creation...
Genre: Slave-Fic
Warnings: Slavery; Male Master / male slave
Word Count: 500
Beta: azraelz_angel
Written For: slavefics Comment Fic Challenge

Prompt: Blind slave. - tasha18

Crossposted: orig_slavefic

Summary: Everything needs to have a purpose.


His voice carried through the darkness and he tried to ignore the trepidation that went with it. They say that a crippled slave is worth less than a cow that won't produce milk; the cow can at least feed the family after it's killed. When he opened his eyes after the accident and saw nothing but a pit of black, he knew his life was at an end. No Master would keep a crippled slave. No Master would buy a crippled slave.

He thought of all the things he could no longer accomplish without his sight. He couldn't prepare the Master's meals. He could no longer see the papers that littered his Master's desk and organize them. He couldn't walk to the bedroom and prepare himself for his Master's nighttime desires. He was useless, and his Master did not like useless objects.

'Everything needs to have a purpose. If it doesn't have a purpose and a way to accomplish that purpose, it's better off not existing.' Those were the words he had heard from his Master just weeks before his clumsy feet had sent him spiraling down the staircase. He did not remember much save for the sharp pain at the base of his skull and the startled cry of his Master.

He supposed he should be thankful. His Master has taken care of him through the entire ordeal. He was held as they waited for the arrival of the Master's personal physician. He recalled brief moments of lucidity over the next several days as the strong, calloused covered hands of his Master squeezed his hand. He remembered the soft feel of lips over his own just before the bandages were removed to reveal his sightless eyes.

When the doctor made his pronouncement of one hundred percent loss of vision in both eyes due to damage to the optical nerve, silence filled the room. He was thankful that the source of his problem allowed him not to see the revulsion that was sure to be present on his Master's face. Minutes passed and there were no hands to touch him, no hands to reassure him that everything would be okay.

He felt the tear slide down his cheek as he realized that his Master would no longer cherish him as he had for four perfect years. When he heard the soft click of a door, he knew it was over. His Master was already making plans. His disposal would be seen to and within days, his Master would have a new boy, an unbroken boy to call his pet. It was with those dark thoughts swirling through the sea of blackness that he called out in a futile attempt at one last moment.


"I'm here. It's going to be okay, Pet. Everything will be okay," came the response. And his heart filled with desperate hope as he felt a finger wipe away the tear and then a hand cup his face in a tender caress.

"You're still mine."
Tags: .comment!fic, .genre: slash, .genre: slavefic, .original

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