Training Day

Setting:

The backyard of the Smith estate in the early morning. The sun is just beginning to rise, casting a pale light over the dew-covered grass. The dog shelter, where Jamal spent the night, is a grimy and uncomfortable space. The rest of the estate stands in stark contrast, opulent and pristine.

Characters:

Jamal Smith: The 18-year-old black boy, enduring relentless humiliation and degradation.

Nathan Smith: The 20-year-old white male, cruel and domineering.

Tyler Smith: The 22-year-old nephew, who shares Nathan's sadistic tendencies.

Scene:

The camera opens with a shot of the dog shelter, its decrepit state highlighted in the early morning light. Jamal lies on the cold ground, his body marked by the previous day's ordeals. The sound of footsteps approaches, and Nathan enters the frame, a cruel smile on his face.

Nathan: (smirking) Rise and shine, Jamal.

Jamal stirs, struggling to sit up. As he opens his eyes, Nathan unzips his pants and urinates on Jamal, the stream hitting him squarely in the face and torso. Jamal freezes, the shock and humiliation overwhelming.

Nathan: (laughing) That's right, boy. Wake up call.

Jamal remains motionless, the urine soaking into his skin and mixing with the grime from the previous day. Nathan finishes and zips up his pants, still laughing.

Nathan: Get up. We've got some training to do.

Jamal slowly rises to his feet, his body trembling from the cold and the degradation. Nathan grabs the leash attached to Jamal's chastity cage and pulls him out of the shelter.

The camera follows them to an open area in the backyard where Tyler is waiting, holding a small whip. The morning light reveals the pristine grounds of the estate, a stark contrast to the filth Jamal has endured.

Tyler: (grinning) Morning, Jamal. Ready for your training?

Jamal: Yes, Master Tyler.

Nathan: Good. Let's start with some basic obedience. On your hands and knees.

Jamal drops to all fours, the leash clinking as he moves. Nathan and Tyler exchange amused glances, enjoying the sight of their human "pet."

Nathan: Crawl, Jamal. Crawl like the dog you are.

Jamal begins to crawl, his movements slow and painful. Nathan walks alongside him, occasionally yanking the leash to make him move faster.

Tyler: (snapping the whip) Faster, boy! We don't have all day.

Jamal picks up the pace, the whip cracking in the air just behind him. His knees and hands grow sore from the rough ground, but he pushes through the pain.

Nathan: Sit up on your haunches.

Jamal complies, sitting back on his heels, his posture mimicking that of a begging dog.

Tyler: (laughing) Look at you, so obedient. Let's see if you can bark for us.

Jamal: (hesitant) Woof...woof.

Nathan: Louder. Bark like you mean it.

Jamal takes a deep breath, the humiliation burning in his chest.

Jamal: (louder) Woof! Woof!

Tyler: Good boy. Now, roll over.

Jamal hesitates, but a sharp tug on the leash from Nathan and a crack of Tyler's whip spur him into action. He rolls over on the ground, his naked body exposed to the morning chill.

Nathan: (smirking) You're getting the hang of this. Let's try something more challenging.

Tyler retrieves a small set of hurdles and places them in a row. Nathan pulls Jamal to his feet and guides him to the starting point.

Nathan: Jump over these. Like a good dog.

Jamal looks at the hurdles, then at Nathan and Tyler. He knows any hesitation will be met with more cruelty. He takes a running start and jumps, clearing the first hurdle awkwardly.

Tyler: (laughing) Not bad. Keep going.

Jamal continues, his jumps becoming more fluid despite the chastity cage and the leash pulling at his movements. Each successful jump is met with mocking applause from Nathan and Tyler.

Nathan: Time for your reward, boy.

Nathan pulls out a dog biscuit and holds it out in front of Jamal.

Nathan: Take it with your mouth. No hands.

Jamal bends down, his face burning with shame, and takes the biscuit in his mouth. He chews slowly, the taste dry and unappealing.

Tyler: (smirking) Look at you, eating like the animal you are.

Nathan: Now, let's see how well you can beg.

Nathan tugs on the leash, making Jamal sit back on his haunches again. He holds another biscuit above Jamal's head.

Nathan: Beg for it. Raise your hands like paws.

Jamal raises his hands, mimicking the begging posture of a dog. Nathan drops the biscuit, and Jamal catches it in his mouth, chewing with a mix of shame and determination.

Tyler: (laughing) Perfect. Now let's see how you do with some commands. Lie down.

Jamal lies flat on the ground, the cold earth pressing against his naked skin. Nathan steps on his back lightly, pressing him further into the dirt.

Nathan: Stay.

Jamal remains still, his body rigid with humiliation and cold. Nathan and Tyler exchange satisfied looks, enjoying their control over him.

Tyler: (mocking) You're such a good pet, Jamal. Maybe we should let the real dogs play with you.

They both laugh as Nathan yanks on the leash, pulling Jamal to his feet again. They guide him towards the dog shelter, where the dogs are now awake and restless.

Nathan: Time for breakfast, boy. Let's see how you do with your new friends.

They push Jamal into the shelter, the dogs growling and snapping as he enters. Nathan tosses a bowl of food onto the ground, the same unappetizing mix as the previous day.

Tyler: Eat up, Jamal. You have to fight for your food.

Jamal drops to his knees, the dogs circling him warily. He reaches for the food, and the dogs pounce, their growls growing louder.

Nathan: (laughing) Better be quick, boy, or you'll go hungry.

Jamal struggles to grab pieces of food, the dogs biting at his hands and arms. Each bite is a struggle, a fight for survival amidst the chaos. Nathan and Tyler watch with amusement, their laughter filling the air.

Tyler: (mocking) Look at you, fighting like the animal you are. Maybe we'll make this a regular thing.

Nathan: (smirking) You're right. He needs to learn his place.

Jamal manages to grab a few pieces of food, eating quickly before the dogs can snatch them away. His body is marked by bites and scratches, each one a testament to his struggle.

Nathan: (tugging on the leash) Enough. You're done for now.

He pulls Jamal out of the shelter, the dogs growling as they watch him leave. Nathan and Tyler guide him back to the open area, their expressions filled with cruel satisfaction.

Tyler: (laughing) Good training session, boy. We'll do this again tomorrow.

Nathan: (spitting on Jamal) Clean yourself up. You've got more chores to do.

Jamal stands, his body aching and his spirit bruised but not broken. He moves towards the house, each step a reminder of the cruel reality he faces. The camera lingers on his back as he walks away, capturing the mix of determination and humiliation that defines his existence.