DEGRADING BREAKFAST

Setting:

The dining hall, a grand room with a long, polished table surrounded by high-backed chairs. The Smith family sits around the table, enjoying a lavish meal. The atmosphere is one of casual opulence, with laughter and conversation filling the room.

Jamal enters, carrying a tray with drinks. He moves carefully, aware of the eyes on him.

Michael: (noticing Jamal) Ah, there he is. Come here, boy.

Jamal approaches, placing the tray on the table and standing at attention, his nakedness and the chastity cage clearly visible.

Tyler: (snickering) Nice outfit, Jamal. Looks like Nathan's got you all locked up.

The family laughs, adding to Jamal's humiliation.

Emily: (smirking) Make sure you don't spill anything, Jamal. We wouldn't want to waste good wine on you.

Jamal: Yes, Mistress Emily.

Nathan leans back in his chair, a satisfied grin on his face.

Nathan: You know, Jamal, I think you should thank us for all we've done for you. After all, we took you in, gave you a home.

Jamal swallows hard, the words sticking in his throat.

Jamal: Thank you, Master Nathan. Thank you, Masters and Mistress, for everything.

James: (mockingly) Look at him, trying to be all proper. You're just a servant, Jamal. Don't forget that.

Jamal: Yes, Master James.

As Jamal serves the drinks, Nathan takes every opportunity to **** him. He "accidentally" spills wine on Jamal, forcing him to clean it up without wiping away the spit still dripping down his body.

Nathan: (sneering) Clean it up, boy. Use your hands.

Jamal kneels, using his hands to wipe the spilled wine from the floor, his humiliation complete as the family continues their meal, laughing and making degrading comments.

Michael: Make sure you shine my shoes after lunch, Jamal. I want to see my reflection in them.

Jamal: Yes, Master Michael.

Jamal stands, his body stiff and his spirit bruised but unbroken. He moves silently around the table, serving the family and enduring their taunts.

Nathan: (spitting on Jamal's back as he turns away) Hurry up, boy. We don't have all day.

Jamal finishes his tasks, the spit drying on his skin as a physical reminder of his degradation. The scene closes with him leaving the dining hall, his back straight and his resolve burning bright despite the humiliations he endures.