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Donovan woke up in a dimly lit space. He was alone, tied to a wooden chair and completely naked. Some sort of contraption involving a tazer aimed at his testicles, connected to several wires leading to a timer set on the ground in front of him.
"Fuck..." Donovan glared at the device before looking around the room. He knew he had to find a way out or he'd be in for a world of hurt. His hands and feet were bound tightly, but he began struggling against his restraints nonetheless. The timer started ticking loudly, prompting him to look back at it nervously. He struggled harder against the ropes, trying to loosen them enough to free a paw. As he did so, he mentally mapped out the room and searched for anything that might help him in his escape attempt. The only sound was the ticking of the timer, growing louder with each passing second.
"Get me outta this!" Donovan snarled as he continued struggling, testing each set of ropes in turn. His fur began to mat with sweat and his muscles ached from the effort, but still there was no give. He glanced back at the timer, now less than a minute remaining. Desperation beginning to seep into his voice, he yelled out hoarsely. "Edgar! Travis! Help me!"*
As the timer reached its final second, the tazer came to life with an ear-shattering blast of electricity, incapacitating Donovan and leaving him trembling on the chair.
A string of precum dripped from Donovan's cock, his balls contracting in aftershocks. To Donovan, it was both painful and pleasurable. He didn't know why but his mind started to think this wasn't too bad after all.
"Ahh..." Donovan whimpered softly as he caught his breath, trying to regain some semblance of control over his body. His cock twitched again and a small stream of precum dribbled down its length. He was still tied up tightly, but the pain seemed to be receding gradually. With an almost inhuman surge of adrenaline, he began thrashing against his restraints once more. Grinning maliciously, Donovan spoke with renewed strength. "Alright, motherfucker... Now let's play..." Donovan's body still shaking from the electric shock, he began struggling anew against his restraints, growling and cursing as he fought for freedom. He continued to scan the room for anything that might help him escape or distract their captor.
As Donovan frantically thrashed about in his bindings, a dark thought began to take shape in the back of his mind. He glanced over at the tazer device that had so recently incapacitated him and got an idea. Grinning wickedly, he focused all his energy on slipping one paw free from its restraints while subtly angling himself towards the tazer. With a triumphant yelp, he snatched up the device and hurled it across the room with all his might, aiming for a nearby window. The glass shattered, letting in a burst of cold air as the tazer clattered to the ground outside.
The burst of cold air brushed against Donovan's bare body, especially his hardening cock.
Grinning triumphantly, Donovan flexed his newly freed paw, the tendons in his arm bulging with power. The cold air seemed to heighten his senses and arousal as he took stock of the situation once more. He turned back towards the window, taking in the scene outside: it looked like they were being held in some sort of abandoned warehouse. Across the room, his teammates remained tied up in various positions around the dimly lit space. With renewed determination, he began working on freeing himself entirely from his bonds. "Edgar," he growled. "You awake, you fuckin' perv?"