Ronnie looked around the bar, and certain that no one was watching, he emptied a small vial of powder into Danny's drink. The strong sedative instantl... dissolved and within a few minutes of Danny returning from the toilet and gulping down his drink he was unsteady on his feet and feeling incredibly sleepy."Let me help you pal," Ronnie said, sliding a strong arm around the fat drunk and guiding from the noisy bar to the elevators in the foyer."What room are you in?" Ronnie asked Danny, and when. His eyes moved to me. “Yes sir, chowder was great and I love these clams. They’re perfect.” He sort of nodded and went back to watching the game. And we went back to talking. Sure enough I felt the foot again, this time a little higher. By now my cock was up and bulging in my bell-bottoms. My heart was beating still faster. I wanted to take my own shoes of and return the favor but I was wearing Earth shoes with laces, which made them impossible to slip off. Her father excused himself to see. Naturally, Brenda was amazed by all of this. I think she attributed all my unusual skills to my having been a circus dog or some such. She knew I was smart, but I figured that, like almost all humans, she was working on the assumption that someone, somewhere, had given me careful training.Nevertheless, I found that, after awhile, Brenda would talk to me in a manner that wasn't much different from the way she would have spoken to another person. And she'd try different things to determine to. Moments later as he lays there the calm is broken by a searing pain that streaks from his buttocks to his brain. His body stiffens and seconds later he feels the cane again. He pulls on the ropes as he bites down hard on the gag. He pulls a breath in so that he can scream, but two more quick blows knock the breath out of him. His body tenses up expecting more but they don't come. He struggles to calm himself but finds it impossible to do. Less than a minute passes before the pain streaks.