Peter Griffin

Brian woke up on the edge of Peter and Lois' bed, as was usual for any day. However today, Lois had taken the kids out to visit the parents, leaving Peter and Brian home alone. The dog noticed Peter wasn't in bed, something fairly curious considering how much the fat man enjoyed sleeping in. Brian yawned and got up off the bed, stretching his back out as he went to find his friend. Brian had barely taken one step out of the bedroom when he was knocked out cold, slumping down onto the floor in a heap.

The canine woke up confused and in a daze, his head hurting immensely as he found his arms tied behind a chair and his legs tied to the chair's legs. There, sitting in front of Brian, was Peter, grinning as he ate breakfast. "Hey buddy!" Peter greeted his tied down friend, shoving a large clump of scrambled eggs into his mouth.

"P-Peter...What the hell is this? Why am I tied down?"

"So you won't escape buddy! Can't have you getting away on me!" Peter said in a tone of voice that made his explanation sound so obvious.

"Get away? Why would I wanna get away?" Brian asked.

"Well because Brian, you're my **** now! I figure with Lois gone for a week, I could do all the nasty things I've wanted to do to her, to you! Sounds like fun right?!" Peter said, his voice all excited as he gobbled down more eggs and bacon on his plate.

Brian couldn't imagine this was really happening. What could Peter possibly want to do to him that was so nasty? Peter soon finished his breakfast, getting up and grabbing a heavy-duty looking electric collar. "Now I'm gonna untie you buddy, but you gotta put this on! This way if you misbehave I zap ya hehehe." Peter said with his patent giggle, doing so as Brian got down, looking at the collar tight to his neck and whimpering.

"Now Brian, first things first..."