I sit in front of my father's lawyer as he reads his will, as expected I get everything, as his only son there isn't really anyone else to give it to, he barely left his home for the last decade, although his neighbours did seem to think there was another person but no evidence of anyone else like possessions have appeared, so it was probably just gossip and rumours. The lawyer pauses as he reaches the end of the will, as if having to say something impportant but also difficult to explain. 

"In order to receive all your father's wealth, property and personal items, there is one condition." A condition? Have I not proven myself enough? I guess I'll have to do it if I want my rightful inheritance. 

"It's hard to explain but your father, had a friend, a relationship." 

"What!? Did he remarry? who is this friend? Why did he never mention them?" 

"It's not like that, he had a slave." 

"A slave?" 

"I have no idea how they met but at some point he became his willing and personal slave, did his housework, cleaned, cooked, served him sexually, everything." Was this creep trying to get my father's wealth?

"I've been looking after him since your father's death, he seems to be genuine, he declined any claim to your father's wealth, he owns nothing and doesn't seem to want anything, even freedom." I stare confused trying to process the information.

"It states that for you to inherit you must agree to look after and own his slave as your own." I have to look after some weirdo slave boy? 

"Maybe it would he best if you see and meet him first." 

"Fine." I better see what this freak is like, maybe I can find a way out of this situation, agree to look after him but sell him or poison him or something, maybe the lawyer will take him as he has been looking after him for a few weeks.

I sit sadly in my my cage, tired and barely aware of anything, locked down in the dark basement, heartbroken at the loss of my master. He was much older than I am but his death was still sudden. My mind is full of uncertainty and worry, what happens to me without a master? Will I go free? I never wanted to be free, master gave me the life I always wanted, while it hasn't always been easy I've loved every minute of serving him and in a way I loved him. A lawyer has been taking care of me, letting me out of my cage to use the toilet and wash and shave, feeding me, giving me water, he even started giving me tasks, like cleaning the house and sucking his cock, which I enjoy after so long without orders. I hope my fate is sorted soon, the idea of returning to a normal life is terrifying, all the chaos, all the choices, all the complex rules, as a slave my life was simple, I had a purpose, a home, my decisions made for me, my sole concern and purpose was pleasing my master. He does have a son, one master wanted to inherit me but if he doesn't want me hopefully the lawyer will sell me to someone who does, being stuck down here is beginning to drive me crazy, I need instruction, to work, to serve, to fulfill my purpose. 

I hear the basement door unlock and open, the light blinding me for a moment as it turns on. As my sight clears and grows used to the light after so long left to wait in darkness, I see the lawyer leading another man into the room, hopefully my new master, maybe master's son? I'd love to serve him for my master, it would be such an honour. Wanting to make a good impression I make sure to properly kneel as best as I can in my small cage, keeping my head bowed respectably and submissively, hoping to make a good first impression and show that I am not a threat or disobedient, his father did a good job of making sure I wasn't, the memory of his whip forever marking me, one of the few things I have to remember him by, along with my collar, chastity cage and his brand on my ass, his mark, his family crest, forever burnt onto me. 

"So you're my father's slave?" I look up with slight fear, his voice doesn't sound very friendly.

"Yes sir, I served master for many years." 

"Did you plan on getting his money from your work?" I look at him horrified at the thought.

"No sir, I'd never even think of such a thing, I only wished to serve him. My reward was his pleasure and whatever food and water he deemed to give me. I own nothing sir and have no wish or desire for anything other than to serve." His face softens slightly.

"Is that so? would you serve me slave?" I smile slightly.

"Yes sir. Master wished for me to to serve you as well as I did him, he often spoke of you and said that if anything happened to him that I would serve you well." 

"And what if I mistreat you? Keep you locked away in this cage for the rest of your life? Never saw sunlight or anyone else ever again?" I feel a wave of fear at never getting out of my cage, but also feel my cock twitch in its cage for the first time in weeks, at this I'd have some certainty to my fate.

"If that is your wish sir, then so be it. I would be yours to do with however you want, although if you allow me to speak my mind I'd prefer to serve you more actively, I can cook and clean and pleasure you however you like." 

"That's enough slave... what is your name?" I struggle to remember, I did have a name once, a long time ago.

"I have no name sir, I am just a slave. If you wish to give me a name I'd be grateful but such a thing is unnecessary, your father only ever addressed me as slave." He looks at me questioningly.

"So my father never named you, just called you slave?" 

"Yes sir, that is what I am, so that is what he called me. He did take my ID when I became his, so if that helps you could gain my old name from there, unfortunately I have forgotten it after so long." 

"Alright then, slave it is. I don't see any point in naming you, that seems like a lot of effort when slave fits you perfectly, plus I really can’t be bothered or need to find out your previous name." 

“Thankyou sir." He looks down at me with a look of understanding and pity, as if he has realised exactly what I am, I'm not someone who was after his father's wealth or anything, I am as my name says, a slave and nothing more. 

"Would you vow to serve be as well as you did my father? With the same loyalty and dedication?" I can't help but smile.

"Yes sir. Of course I would sir. It would be my honour to sir." I watch as he undoes his trousers and pulls out his hard cock.

"Show me your devotion slave." I eagerly slide my lips over his cock as it passes through the bars of my cage, hungrily sucking on it, happy to finally be given an order, desperate to prove myself to my potential new master, my mind and body feeling more alive than they have been for a while since my master’s passing, my cock beginning to strain in its cage for the first time in weeks. Maybe serving him will allow me to move on, to be whole again? 

I let out a small moan as his warm cum covers my tongue and shoots down my throat. I close my eyes and swallow down his gift, licking and sucking his cock dry of any drops before he pulls away, leaving me looking at him with a new found horniness and desire. He smiles down at me, seemingly happy with my work. 

"I think I'll like having a slave." With that he turns and leaves with the lawyer, the room going dark as the door closes and locks, leaving me in darkness once again but this time I feel more alive and energetic than I have in weeks, waiting patiently for my new master, the son of my previous master, to return and use me or give me instructions, to fulfill my purpose. I can't help but smile as my cock strains in its cage. 

Epilogue: 

I quietly move around the house, contently doing my chores for my master, while it's not the same as serving my previous master I'm still glad to have purpose and enjoy my role in life, grateful to still feel the collar around my neck, forever thankful that master had planned for my fate when he is gone, I know he'd be proud of me for serving his son just as well as I served him. 

My master took a while to get used to owning a slave, at first he asked me if I could do things but as I just did them without any hesitation, complaint or disagreement he quickly learnt such politeness was unnecessary, now he just gives me orders and expects me to do them, which I honestly prefer, I'd not like my training to be undone and begin having bad thoughts and unreasonable expectations, his father trained me so well and I'd like to remain that way. Although my former training by his father probably made things easier for him to get used to owning me, it is probably easier to have an obedient and will trained and conditioned slave as your first, all my bad behaviours have long since been dealt with, like talking back or taking breaks or asking for more food or asking to be unlocked from chastity, I don't even know if my current master even has the key, not that it matters, my pleasure is gained through giving him pleasure. I feel my cock straining as I think of the key, its attempts at growing erect are a constant reminder of my place, a permanent sign of my status, of my commitment, I put my own pleasure last, I must focus on pleasing my master, only he can give me pleasure. I hope he does give me some pleasure today, he normally does, his younger body having more stamina than my previous master, although he did still use me most days. 

I try to ignore my constant arousal and horny mind, focusing my desires on pleasing my master by doing a good job with my work. 

I watch as my slave silently cleans, I've never once heard him complain, not even when he is clearly tired or given tasks like cleaning the toilet, my father must have trained him well and he must really truly want to he a slave. It took a while to fully understand and get used to it but I fully trust my slave, I know who and what he is, I know that he is loyal to a fault and has no desire to harm me, he isn't after anything but to bring me pleasure and be given instructions, just fulfilling his purpose, not needing thanks or reward, its almost to good to be true. I still find it strange that my father had this secret but grateful that he trusted me enough to share it and I've grown to understand it, I love having my obedient slave, he is also one last gift from my father and I treasure it. Part of me can't believe I was going to sell him or put him down when I first saw him, I'm so glad I didn't, life without him would be so much worse. 

I feel my cock grow hard as I continue to watch his naked body move around, his ass seemingly moving provocatively, as if he is quietly begging to be used, his eyes clearly showing a horny need. I smile and call him over as I undo my trousers and pat my legs. My slave smiles and without any hesitation or complaint, moves towards me, clearly holding back their eagerness as to not run at me. We both moan as he lowers his ass over my hard cock and begins to ride my lap, his own cock strains hard in its cage, the key long gone, my father had it buried with him, tucked away in his suit pocket, not that the slave seems to mind, his blissful moans filling the room as he excitedly moves up and down on my cock, happy to be fucked, happy to be used, happy to bring me pleasure. Happy to be the slave that he is.