Author's Note: Me and imaginarionify have decided to go another round, so here we are with another sordid little tale. Don't want to give too much away, but I will say that this fic, like 'Til Death Do Us Part, will be going to some pretty dark places. So, there's your warning. If you can stomach it, I hope you enjoy another wild ride from us. Trust me, it's going to be a doozy.
Warning: This story contains pedophilia, bestiality, and depictions of graphic violence.
Disclaimer: We are not affiliated with Family Guy. All credit go to Seth MacFarlane and company.
Where the Road Parts: Who's a Good Boy?
by:
imaginarionify and namelesslunitic
Chapter 1: Bad Boy
Drip…
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Drip…
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Drip…
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It was unbelievably cold, he recalled. The boy curled into a fetal position, legs and arms tightly wound together. He shivered, clutching desperately to his own bodily warmth; it could only do so much. He didn't remember his bedroom feeling so frigid when he had retired for the night. Perhaps the thermostat was broken? Maybe he left his window open on accident?
No.
Stewie never left his window open at night; he was diligent about that. He shivered, curling further into the tightest cocoon.
Wait…silence took over him, a stillness cascaded over him and he registered himself...now aware that he heard something not too far from him. It was almost soothing, but it was agonizing all the same.
That was water...that was dripping water, wasn't it?
Stewie listened to the droplets, his surroundings overtaken by the echoes from the pitter patter of those soft droplets meeting a cold surface. Though in that moment, his visual was pure black, but he was fairly certain...actually, very certain that he smelled something strange. The air around him so...thick and moist...the scent so prominent.
It smelled of something grotesque and utmost fowl, but Stewie couldn't quite put his finger on it. Bile, perhaps? Decay? Erosion?
Maybe...I should open my eyes.
Briefly, a fear gripped him because he knew he wasn't in his warm bed. He knew that he was somewhere far...far away from home and he didn't want to lay his eyes on the place.
He just knew.
Yet he also was aware that he needed to see for himself just where he was. So he slowly fluttered his eyes open. What his eyes met quickly gripped him into a state of bafflement and a paralyzing panic that radiated up and down his small body, sending his limbs to stiffened positions. He couldn't move, but his eyes frantically searched the cramped room.
Cold.
Damp.
Wet.
He couldn't find any kind of thought that would settle the many questions that swarmed in his head. Though the questions were being clouded by such a simple observation. All that he could keep repeating to himself was, This isn't my room, this isn't my room, this isn't my room.
That was the least of his worries.
Registering his surroundings now that his eyes adjusted to the darkness, he came to take notice...to his brand new accomodations.
He was in a cage.
"Nn…"
It must have been something only nightmares were equipped to provide. The very essence of this place...dark and suffocating. Stewie was never good in enclosed spaces, so that was quite a compelling factor that truly made this discovery that much more unsettling. It felt as though whoever had...done this...wanted Stewie to feel like a caged animal, but went beyond the trouble by not only confining him into a small space, but trapping him in this well built cage.
Stewie reached with a shaking hand, fingers just barely able to touch one of the bars that prevented him from getting out of this place. He also needed to know if this cage was sturdy. Perhaps...and a thought captured him for a moment, perhaps he could break out of this cage if the material proved weak and imbalanced.
Upon touching the bar, Stewie wrapped his fingers around it and he jerked it as best as he could, giving the motion all the strength he could muster. It was no good...the bars were made with precision...and with barely any movement.
Stewie was definitely trapped.
"Oh god…oh god, oh god...oh god…!"
He began to hyperventilate as reality set in. He jolted upright, forgetting for a moment that he had a migraine and he quickly began to scream, yell, shout...whatever. He did what any normal person would have done in this situation.
"IS ANYBODY THERE?! PLEASE! CAN ANYBODY HEAR ME?!"
The poor thing grabbed the bars, shaking the cage to make more noise...just in case someone was actually there. Then again...perhaps not the smartest nor the most well thought out move on Stewie's part. Though in such a predicament...where he was being held captive, many different scenarios began to flood his mind which created a paranoia like state of who, what, when, where, and why.
"HELP ME!"
Stewie began to scream freely, crawling along his cage to grab other ends.
"PLEASE! SOMEONE!"
How long could he keep this up?
Was it really doing him any good, anyway? The likelihood of anyone hearing him was slim...considering he had no idea where he was. Besides, what if the individual responsible for this...was here? What if he or she was lurking in the shadows and watching Stewie slowly fit the mold of a wild animal that needed to be locked up?
"...Ah...okay...okay...fuck...oh my god…"
Stewie crawled back into the same place he had been when he woke up, cradling himself into a seated position while he rocked himself in a poor attempt to settle his nerves. Wherever he was...he couldn't fathom.
That only just made the matter worse.
Especially when anything could happen to him from this point on. Who knew who had taken him from home...who knew what that individual's intentions were.
He whimpered softly, his vision growing blurry.
"There's no use...calling out...I'm such a fool, I should know better…think...think, Stewart. Yelling and screaming...you're going to get yourself killed."
The boy had no solace and though he tried desperately to keep calm himself so he could come up with a plan on getting out, that didn't help the anxiety of being in such a still room...with those soft sounds surrounding him...the water, the creaks and moans of old machinery...whatever could possibly be around him.
It drove the poor boy absolutely mad.
Though what truly made his heart race was just how the stillness made it seem as though the room were getting smaller and smaller...while his mind played tricks on him. Though he knew no one was there...at least, from what he could tell...he swore he felt the walls around him had eyes and they were peering at him, getting closer...closer...and closer.
Stewie quickly grabbed his head, his rocking growing furious. His breathing becoming haphazard.
He was slowly losing it, he was slowly giving way to the madness of how quiet everything was.
Until...
BANG!
Stewie jolted. Eyes wide...his heart stopped. He had unconsciously reached out to either side...fingers grabbing the cold bars in each hand. He heard it...he heard that...what was that?
A cold sensation travelled the length of his spine.
Was someone here?
And for just a few moments...there was stillness once more...there was nothing...absolutely nothing except the same moans and groans of the objects around him.
Then...he heard it.
Soft...slow...deliberate footsteps above him, the floorboards screeching.
Stewie's mind raced, his back stiffened...each footstep that walked above him...sending cold, stabbing shivers down his spine that created such a nausea inducing state of mind.
Oh god...please...please…!
The footsteps were becoming just a little faster as they descended further at the top floor until there was another loud...very loud noise just in the opposite direction of where Stewie was. The noise...which Stewie figured had been a door, sounded heavy...surely...yes, it had to be a heavy door. It sounded as though whoever were opening it was having a difficult time doing just that.
Actually, he knew that to be true...he heard the person softly groan.
Stewie quickly reached a hand to cup his mouth, forcing his whimpers to be muffled.
It was such an agonizing moment...the door that was still being pushed open...just where the hell was he?
Stewie knew it, then...he was going to die in this place. There was no way that the individual who had taken him was in a right state of mind. No...he meant to kill the boy and he meant to do it slow...and he was going to make a definite mockery out of this. He was going to torture the poor thing...and he was going to wallow and gloat...while Stewie begged for death.
That was when...Stewie heard the footsteps again.
They were coming down a flight of what sounded like concrete steps.
He was downstairs somewhere.
Basement?
Stewie gripped his mouth tighter. The footsteps were coming closer...he could hear them and he could feel the room become far more dangerous. It was so difficult...it was terrifying, Stewie was terrified.
He was going to meet the person responsible. He was going to see this person...face to face.
Closer…
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Closer…
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Stewie pushed himself into a corner of his cage.
Closer…
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Closer…
A light sprang to life. Stewie covered his eyes, hissing loudly.
"Nn…!"
The footsteps approached his cage. The person was right there...standing above him, watching him. Stewie could feel the burning eyes. He trembled...and slowly...slowly brought his arms back so he too could see his captor.
What he saw before him...made his eyes go wide in complete disbelief.
"Y-You?"
Love's more comfortable the second time you fall,
Like a friendly home the second time you call.
Who can say what brought us to this miracle we've found?
The clock ticked over to eight in the morning, prompting the radio to start blasting. A few seconds later, Brian's eyes fluttered open.
He felt...refreshed. If there was one thing he wasn't, it was a morning person, but he couldn't help but to feel a spark of energy as he sat up and gave a big stretch. Today was a big day, after all.
He quickly hopped out of bed, allowing the radio to continue playing as he made his way into a nearby bathroom.
"There are those who'll bet love comes but once, and yet
I'm oh, so glad we met the second time around!"
He hummed along to the majestic vocal stylings of Ol' Blue Eyes as he made quick work of brushing his teeth, and for this special occasion, he made sure to spray himself with a little something extra before heading back out into the bedroom and finally shutting off the radio.
"Ok. Plenty to do. Better hop to it!"
And with a smile and a skip, the canine was out the door of his apartment and heading into the big, bright world where boundless potentials awaited him.
His first stop was the grocery store. He figured it was best to get the grocery shopping out of the way, didn't want it interfering with plans for later.
Let's see… Running out of milk, I think? Definitely need bread, and it wouldn't hurt to pick up another soda.
It became quickly apparent as he pushed his cart up and down the various aisles that he probably should have made a list, which was a mildly annoying realization, but that certainly wasn't going to bring down the excellent mood he was in. It would take something pretty drastic for that.
Today was HIS day.
He eventually found everything he was sure he needed, took the items up front, paid for them. It was a quick trip, thankfully, not as much of a hassle as something like that can be at times. He was even whistling the same tune from this morning as he loaded the bags into his Prius. It was as he was doing this that his eye caught a couple of items lying on the floor. It was a small bottle and a rag, something he had made use of last night.
"Oh!"
He chuckled to himself and picked the items up before discretely placing them into the glovebox in the front.
"I was wondering where that went. Sheesh."
He shook his head.
"Definitely don't need anyone seeing THAT."
He laughed again and finished loading up his bags.
Alright! One task done. Moving right along with the day!
He figured he needed to make one more stop before returning home with his purchases, so the dog then made his way over to a nearby hardware store, running inside real quick to pick up a fresh lock and some rope.
Hopefully, I won't need this, but you just never know with him.
The bag with the items was tossed in the back with the rest of his stuff, and he was back on the road in a flash. As he drove, he happened to notice the time.
Jeez! It's already past noon!? Where does the time go, man? I need to hurry.
He sped up and made record time getting back to his apartment building, hurriedly running his groceries upstairs before returning to the car and peeling back out onto the road.
"Shit… He's probably awake by now… I really wanted to be there with food or something. He's probably really freaking out…"
The canine frowned as he made his way through a fast food drive thru, concerned that things might not go as smoothly now that he was a bit off schedule. He tried to remain positive, though. He couldn't worry too much. Had to remain confident.
He'll know. He always knows. I don't want to project that image.
So, with that in mind, his smile returned as he paid for his food at the window, and it remained there as he grabbed the food and began making his way down the road leading out of town. Before too much longer, he was out on the outskirts of Quahog, making his way past a construction site that never seemed to make any real progress. He scoffed at the sight.
Come on, it's been years! What are you even doing out here?
The canine shook his head as he turned off onto a back road located behind the construction site which eventually brought him to an old, dilapidated, condemned building. An old store perhaps? He wasn't entirely sure. All he knew was that he had been lucky to find such a spot. It was perfect.
The dog parked his car and got out with the food and the bag from the hardware store before making his way inside the building by slipping through a door that hadn't been entirely boarded up properly. He slowly made his way to the back, feeling the building creek and give slightly with each step he took, a little scary, but he was pretty sure the whole thing wasn't going to just suddenly collapse on him. Either way, he chose to tread carefully as he approached a door at the very back. It was heavy and made of metal, which required a decent amount of strength to open, especially due to the warped door frame that held it firmly in place when shut. After a bit of struggling, though, he managed to get the door open and began to make his way down the steps it had previously been concealing. As he walked down, he began to grow a tad nervous.
He has to be awake by now. Oh boy… I didn't want to do it this way. He's probably going to be pretty pissed. You can handle it, though, Brian. He'll be hungry, and you have food. He'll have to listen to you if he wants to eat. You hold all the cards here. Make. This. Happen.
It became darker and darker as he descended, and he began to make out a rustling sound as he got closer to the bottom. Once he descended the last step, he reached over for the lightswitch he knew was nearby and flipped on the light. It was bit blinding at first, but his eyes quickly adjusted, allowing him to see the full basement area he'd entered. The pipes. The stone walls…
The cage…
The boy.
He smiled as his eyes met Stewie's for the first time in months.
The boy just stared at him, jaw dropping, pure shock in his expression.
"Y-You?"
The canine set his extra bag down, took a step forward, and chuckled.
"Br-Brian?"
The child practically squeaked out the question.
Heh. Cute…
Brian shrugged before reaching to scratch behind his neck.
"H-Hey, kid. How's it going?"
He held out the bag of food.
"Long time, no see."
"Bri-...Brian...what is this…?"
Stewie's heart was racing, his body trembling. What was this? Had Brian done this? Was he even capable of doing something to this magnitude?
No way…
Stewie almost laughed.
He actually grinned a little, though nervous as it were.
My eyes must be deceiving me. Maybe I'm hallucinating. Maybe the real captor drugged me. I just can't...think that Brian would do something like this.
Stewie watched the dog, perplexed, anxious.
Everything in Stewie was telling him that Brian would never do this. That and Brian always seemed to never possess the cognitive mindset to pull this off.
The boy...knew Brian. He...knew him.
Did he…?
A gut wrenching thought soon came to mind and it made Stewie freeze in his place.
What if...what if Brian was capable of this? What if Brian had in fact done this? The way the mutt was looking at the kid, smiling a cheeky grin while standing over the boy...it made Stewie's stomach drop.
...It was him…
There was no one else that Stewie could think of that would do this. Everything led to Brian. As scary and as...unreasonable as it was.
It was unbelievable. It was just so out of this world unconvincing, but the nature of the matter was telling. Brian was here, there was no doubt in Stewie's mind that the dog was here and he was the one with the answers and the one in complete control.
It truly made Stewie angry.
The dog was acting so nonchalant, parading himself to have done such a good deed by smiling; acting the way he always acted.
"You...bastard…"
Stewie seethed at the teeth, growling low...feral.
The dog sighed and shook his head all the while keeping his arm extended that held the fast food bag.
"You must be hungry, Stewie. Don't you want something to eat?"
"..."
The boy glared, shrinking into himself and even pushing himself further back into the corner of his cage. He didn't like this. He didn't like knowing Brian was the one doing this...and he especially did not want the dog to be under the impression the boy was scared.
Stewie was scared, but there was a sense of...relief to this ordeal. Well...maybe. At least the kid was convinced now his life wasn't in danger. Regardless that Brian did in fact kidnap the boy and was now holding him hostage, there was no way the mutt was going to kill him.
No...Brian must have a motive. He prided himself on being a deep thinker.
What a load of bullshit you are, dog.
Brian sighed once more and took a seat on the last concrete step...beginning to dig into the bag where he retrieved a burger. His eyes never left the boy. The dog just watched on, unwrapping the burger and taking a bite.
It was a grotesque display.
After all...Stewie was starving. He was absolutely famished and wanted to eat.
But he was suspicious and rightfully so.
He finally began to speak up.
"Why did you do this, Brian?"
The dog didn't reply. He didn't even bother looking as though he had heard Stewie begin to speak. He just continued to eat his burger...actually savoring the food by being diligent about his chewing.
"Hello?!"
Stewie quickly grew annoyed and he even went a little further by crawling in the cage so he could be closer to Brian, maybe to intimidate the dog...he wasn't too sure. Though Brian didn't look at all phased. His eyes were just watching the kid.
"Bri-...!"
Stewie was interrupted when the dog finally made notion that he was listening. Though an aggravating gesture. The dog lifted his pointer finger, giving notion to Stewie that he needed to be quiet and just wait a moment.
For some reason, that alone sent Stewie into utter silence. Though it also put him into a deeper state of fury. How DARE Brian tell him to be quiet?
The boy growled once more.
He was increasingly growing impatient with Brian. He didn't enjoy having to play this game...this game of guessing and waiting.
"BRIAN! ANSWER ME!"
The dog didn't bother looking agitated. In fact...he looked so calm, so collected. He just looked as though nothing were bothering him which made Stewie feel worse. The boy quickly grabbed the bars and began to shake it, his eyes burning in rage.
Brian chuckled.
He actually...chuckled.
It was haunting.
Once the dog had finished his meal, all the while letting the boy continue to act out...he finally began to speak. His baritone voice...so smooth, so spine chilling.
"I'll fill you in...when you deserve to be filled in. For now, it's in your best interest to just remain quiet until I'm ready to tell you about this situation and why you're even here."
"..."
What the hell was that supposed to mean?
Stewie grew quiet. He even stopped breathing.
So...Brian was serious. Brian had in fact knowingly gone to great lengths to commit this act of captivity. He did it.
Stewie couldn't believe it. It was so difficult to actually hear it and most of all, it just seemed so out of Brian's character.
Perhaps the boy didn't know the dog as well as he thought he did.
Still…
Stewie began to shake the cage like he had before. There was no way he was going to settle for this. He wanted answers and he wanted them now!
"DAMN YOU! STOP BEING SO FUCKING CRYPTIC! LET ME OUT!"
Brian groaned.
"What did I just say?" He said with a scowl. It made Stewie shrink...absolutely shrink into himself.
"I promise…" the dog began, sighing softly, "to tell you why you're here when you start listening to me and behaving yourself."
The dog then stood up from the step and he reached for a second bag he had brought with him. He dug inside, his paw searching for the lock he had purchased. All the while, he never let his eyes drift from Stewie. He watched that poor boy, making him sink further into a hopeless state of mind...if he possibly could. The more Stewie felt powerless, the better and the more willing the boy would be when Brian began to do what he needed to do.
He approached the cage, being slow...being cautious just in case Stewie decided to try something.
"Be-have."
The boy squirmed a little in the cage, curling into a fetal position where he could hug himself while Brian knelt down to inspect the lock that was already on the cage.
"Brian...please! Please let me out…!"
The dog looked to Stewie, for a moment looking as though he were remorseful. Just by the look in Stewie's eyes. The look of dread and fright. Though the dog didn't linger for long. He soon was back to his business.
"Don't fret. You're okay."
Stewie whimpered.
"How...how am I okay?! You have locked me in this cage like I'm some animal!"
Brian stood up, tongue clicking.
"Damn...the lock is too big." He groaned and reached to pinch the bridge of his nose.
"Whatever...I'll just get a new one. Big deal."
Stewie's eyes grew wide. Why was Brian doing this? What was the motive? What were his intentions? There was so much uncertainty about this whole thing. So many holes and so many unanswered questions.
"Brian…"
The dog began to leave the cage. He was actually making it out that he were leaving entirely.
No.
Stewie quickly collided hard against the bars, little hands reaching out to grab the dog by his leg before he could walk further away.
"Wait! Wait, please! PLEASE DON'T LEAVE ME!"
Brian looked down at that small hand...that precious hand...that hand he enjoyed holding when he had it to hold. He briefly thought for a moment to hold it again, but there was a persona he had adopted when he had made the decision to do this. He couldn't give in. Not now...not ever. He needed to show he was in control, make Stewie realize his predicament and that there was no use in begging.
Brian...snickered a little.
"Yeah...you see...this is not going to help you. This won't get you anywhere. You're not at home, kiddo. There are rules here...so either you can continue to act out and be punished or you can cooperate and be treated with the respect you want. How do you want it?"
Stewie's breath hitched. He froze, his face going pale. The look in Brian's eyes looked so dead serious, so dangerous. This was the first time that Stewie ever saw Brian this way and he had no idea what to do. Was there anything he could do?
No...most likely not. If he had any plans of getting out of this...he needed to listen as Brian continued to say. He needed to act...like the prisoner he was.
So Stewie slowly released his hold on Brian's leg, fingers curling into a fist where he brought his arm back into the cage, his whole body shaking at just how hopeless he felt. This was maddening. He couldn't stand not being in control of this situation.
Brian snickered again, nodding his head.
"There we go...that's a good boy."
The dog took a step further from the cage and he reached to grab his fast food bag. From there, he began to ascend upstairs, making sure to turn the light off before he did. The room immediately blackened and Brian heard Stewie gasp loudly. He even heard him begin to crawl haphazardly in the cage as though he were trying to reach the dog once more.
"WAIT! BRIAN! BRIAN, PLEASE DON'T LEAVE ME!"
Brian was already at the first step and reaching for the heavy door when the boy began to hyperventilate and scream desperately.
"BRIAN! BRIAN!"
The dog didn't turn back. He closed the door behind him, letting Stewie's screams engulf the basement below.
...please...don't...leave...me...