By Mister-X / Spartan

I’ve had a crush on Donovan ever since I first met him. Stunning blue eyes, broad shoulders, trim waist, six foot 200 pounds. He was everything I’d admired in a man. But I was not someone he was attracted to. His interests were in the natural field, particularly in finding a sasquatch, or yeti, alive. He was driven to accomplish this. I realized that if I was to have any luck at all with Donovan I was going to have to find out all I could about where such a creature might exist and help him find one. I needed to do something to get him interested in me.

Then I saw a program on the Animal Channel. It was about nine hikers who had been brutally killed in the mountains of Siberia. Their bodies were mutilated and their tongues ripped out. This had happened in the 1950s and the cause of their mysterious deaths had never been solved. It appeared to have been done by someone or something that was enormously strong. In researching this, the pair who produced the program had discovered that over the years there have been thousands of eyewitness reports of a menk, or Russian yeti, or Russian snowman, living in the area where the hikers’ bodies had been found.

The program showed a photo of such a creature that had been taken by the hikers. It was the last in a long string of photos. And the last written comment from them was, in Russian, the cryptic comment “the snowman lives.” All of this was in archives that had been preserved of the hikers. The hikers’ bodies were first discovered by Russian army soldiers, who did not report their discovery, but for some reason, kept it secret. The reason turned out to be because a missile had been launched and had landed there. The ones doing the program theorized that the bright light of the missile landing was what caused the menk to go berserk, aggressively killing the hikers.

The pair who did the investigating went to the scene, accompanied by a guide who knew the area, and actually spent a night in a cave where the menk purportedly lived. They tried an experiment, firing flares that created a bright light, and found that again the creature went berserk, though none of the group doing the filming was killed. Inside the cave they showed a nest that appeared to be freshly used. This is what gave me the idea. What better way to get to know Donovan than to have the two of us spend some time in that cave together to get information on the yeti?

I had to figure out some logistics. For example, the menk was huge and immensely strong. It would regularly hunt down and kill full-grown deer with its hands, removing the tongue, which appeared to be its favorite meat. Getting evidence of the menk’s existence would not be easy. It was not something to simply go politely to visit and ask whether we could take a flash picture. The flash going off in its face would likely sign our death warrants.

I knew that Donovan would be completely opposed to killing such a creature. He would be more willing to have the creature kill him than to do that. So what should we do? I thought of getting restraints to use. But what size should they be? No one has ever measured such a creature’s size.

Should we take some freshly killed meat along to offer to the menk to try to get on its good side? The locals had lived with it for years without it ever causing problems for them. Other than the problems that bright light seemed to cause it, the creature seemed to be shy and reclusive.

There are infrared cameras that have been developed that can photograph movements by creatures at nighttime without them being aware, triggered by motion. Using these would seem to be appropriate to get pictures of it and to get some idea of the creature’s habits, since its whereabouts are known, and it seems to be mostly nocturnal, though there had been pictures taken of it during a sunny day walking down a slope a distance behind some people who were being videotaped. And we could take along our own infrared video camera to use if we got close enough.

All of this I presented to Donovan when I had the chance. I had obtained a copy of the program that had aired on the Animal Channel, one which Donovan had neither seen nor heard about, since he was off gathering information at one of the other sites that had reported a sasquatch sighting. After seeing the program and hearing my proposal, he excitedly said “that’s great, Boris! That’s the most promising lead I’ve ever heard of! Let’s get an expedition planned and get going.”

I wanted to hug him, but knew that our relationship had not progressed to this stage yet.

The next few weeks were spent organizing the expedition. We traveled to Kemerovo, the nearest city to the area where the menk had been spotted. I was thinking that this was a strange area for a wild creature to be, since this area, along with nearby Tomsk to the north, Novosibirsk to the west and Novokuznetsk to the south with other cities between, was the most heavily populated part of Siberia. Siberia is mostly uninhabited, being an area twice the size of the continental U.S., but with a fraction of the population.

From Kemerovo we traveled east to a closer community to the menk’s cave, one in which some of the inhabitants were not unfamiliar with the menk. This was getting more like it. It was getting up into the mountains, an area that started being pretty wild. We hired a guide to take us to the cave. We also arranged for freshly killed deer to be delivered to the outside of the cave every couple of days by local hunters. And we also took along food supplies for ourselves, plus sleeping bags, all the usual camping supplies.

Unknown to the others, I also took along some bondage gear. I was determined to get to know Donovan a lot better when we were camped together, and had used such gear before to get to know guys better that I’d camped with. I didn’t think he would be into this, so I decided not to let him know I had brought this. I’m well endowed, so I got the largest spider gag that is made, figuring to make sure he didn’t clamp down on my cock when it was in his mouth as another guy once did. I also took along a standard penis gag and cuffs, as well as extra, extra large cuffs, just in case.

We finally set out with our guide. It took us several days to reach the cave area. It was still daylight. Our guide took us into the cave to show us where the menk had been known to be hiding out. It was a pretty large cave, so there could be many such places inside for the menk to be hidden.

Our guide took us to one such ‘nest,’ as he termed it. We decided to stay in that one. It was not occupied at the time. We set up one of the freshly killed deer outside the cave entrance, and set up infrared cameras focused on the carcass. We weren’t sure that the menk was around, but we hoped it was. After all our gear was in the cave and the cameras were set up, we retired into the cave for the night.

While I was fixing the dinner for Donovan and myself, he was putting our supplies away. That’s when he noticed some heavy items, and opened the bags to see what was there. He found my bondage gear. He was a little stunned on seeing them. “Boris, why did you bring these?”

“I was hoping we might be able to restrain the menk.”

“That would explain these extra large cuffs. But some of these are human size.”

“I figured that we would be spending some time here, and I would use those to help me get my rocks off.” I didn’t want to tell him immediately that I was hoping to use them on him.

“Excellent! I wondered if you knew that I like to top guys, putting them into bondage to have sex with them. This should be a perfect arrangement. I can restrain you every night.”

That surprised me. I had no idea that Donovan was into the bondage scene with other guys. And here I was planning to top him, and he now expects to top me. Oh well. If that’s what it takes to help us get to know each other better, that’s fine with me. I can switch. “That will be better than me doing self-bondage. I will look forward to it. And maybe I can help you get your rocks off as well.”

“Of course you will. We’ll start after dinner is over. I don’t expect our menk friend to be coming by tonight. I just wish you’d brought more than just these cuffs and gags. We’ll have to make do with these.”

After dinner was finished and the dishes were cleaned, true to his word, Donovan opened up and spread out my gear. He initially cuffed my wrists tightly behind my back, cuffed my ankles tightly, and gagged me with a penis gag. He unzipped my pants and pulled out my erect cock. He started to stroke it lightly, then a little more firmly, then put it in his mouth and started sucking. In no time I erupted. He took it all in his mouth.

Donovan subsequently unzipped his pants and brought out his erect cock, which was dripping pre-cum. He unlocked and removed the gag that was in my mouth. He pulled me up onto my knees so that I was facing him. He inserted his cock into my mouth, in and out, further in and out. I was sucking it, and soon he erupted into my mouth. He sat back satisfied. “It’s been too long since I’ve been able to do that.”

Just then we heard a noise. Donovan reached for a flashlight and shone it near the entrance to the ‘nest’ area we were in. Donovan gasped and said “it’s a menk, watching us with a fascinated expression on its face.” Even with the light, it didn’t move. Donovan was careful not to shine the light directly at the creature, but kept it to the side with enough light showing to make it clear it was there.

I suddenly started to get chilled. Here I was, helplessly bound with this huge wild creature not very far from me. What would it do? What would Donovan do?

Donovan slowly pushed me onto my side and pulled at my cuffed arms, showing the creature that I was unable to move them separately. He pulled my cuffed legs, showing the creature that I was unable to move them separately. He cuffed his ankles, showing the creature that he couldn’t move them. He got a pair of handcuffs, showed them to the creature, and put them on his wrists behind his back, carefully making sure that the key, which he kept in the lock, was within grasp of his fingers. He moved his arms back and forth to show the creature that he was helpless.

I was staring aghast at Donovan when he was doing this. I couldn’t believe Donovan did that! We were now helpless, at the creature’s mercy. Donovan was taking a huge risk for both of us. What would the creature do? My cock started getting erect again.

Nothing happened for a few minutes. Then we heard the creature move quickly toward us. It picked up Donovan by his cuffed wrists like he was a 10-pound sack of potatoes. In doing so, the key came out. It set Donovan back down on his knees, facing him, bent down, and forced his erect cock into Donovan’s mouth. It filled Donovan’s mouth completely. Donovan started sucking it. In no time the creature erupted down Donovan’s throat. Donovan was gagging from the immense size and amount of cum it produced. After a few minutes, the creature sighed and left us.

When Donovan recovered from this quick onslaught, he said “excellent! We’ve got the creature’s confidence. I figured that it was a male and had to be pretty horny up here by itself. I think it’ll be back to see us again. Now all we have to do is figure out how to get out of these cuffs.”

“Where are the keys?”

“I don’t know. I kept them on a ring and had kept the key to my handcuffs within grasp in the cuffs, but when the menk picked me up they fell out. They’ve got to be around here somewhere.”

“This isn’t turning out exactly how I was hoping it would. It’s great we’ve got the creature’s confidence, but I’d feel a lot better about it if we weren’t restrained. It’s nice to know that the creature exists, but we may be taking that knowledge to our graves.”

“As long as we are important to its life here I don’t think our lives are in danger.”

We both set out to find the keys. We both spent several hours trying to find keys in the dark to no avail before finally dropping off to sleep.

I woke up to find something filling my mouth. It was huge, much larger than anything I’d ever had in my mouth before. Being groggy from sleep I didn’t realize what was happening. I didn’t like something filling my mouth, so I bit down on it. With a loud roar I felt myself picked up and thrown through the air.

When I woke up I felt my shoulders and head hurting. I was still cuffed hand and foot. I heard Donovan say, “Boris, are you all right?”

“My shoulders and head hurt, but I don’t think anything is broken. What happened?”

“All I know is that I woke up to a loud roar and to seeing the creature throw you across the cave. I wondered what caused that.”

“What I remember was waking up to something big filling my mouth, and biting down on it. Then I was picked up and thrown after that roar.”

Donovan started laughing. When he finally stopped laughing he said, “I noticed you’d brought a large spider gag. I think you’d better sleep at night now with that thing strapped on to avoid a repeat. Fortunately I was able to satisfy the creature’s cock after you’d bitten it.”

I finally realized what had happened. Now I had another restraint to wear at night when trying to sleep with that huge wild creature around. I didn’t like this. I realized why Donovan did what he did, but our lives were now at risk. The first priority was to get the keys to our cuffs so we could get out of them. Then we could think about getting some food in us. I figured the best way we could find the keys would be to first get some light on in our area. I wasn’t sure how our menk friend would react to having light on in our ‘nest.’

Just as I was about to go to where I thought our light would be, I heard another sound. The menk was back and had dropped something in our ‘nest’ before leaving. I wondered what it was that he left us. It was too dark to see.

It took some locating, since it was difficult for me to move with my ankles cuffed and my wrists cuffed behind my back, but I finally found a light. I found both a flashlight and a kerosene lantern. Positioning the flashlight to shine on our pack, I soon found some matches. I put my back to the kerosene lantern, turned the key on, and lit a match at where I thought it would light the lantern. I was fortunate in getting it lit. Now our ‘nest’ had light and we could get to searching for the keys in earnest.

But first I was curious what the menk had left us. It was part of the deer carcass that we had arranged to be left outside. I think it was the creature’s way of making sure we stayed alive so he could get his cock serviced. I thought that to be interesting. Donovan’s gamble seems to have paid off, assuming we could find the keys and get our cuffs off.

It took about an hour before Donovan found the key ring. Shortly we were out of the cuffs. We decided it would be best to put them back on that evening to continue our relationship with the menk, but to make sure that the keys would be in a safe place. In the meantime I set about fixing breakfast while Donovan dressed the deer.

After breakfast we went out to check the infrared cameras. We knew that the menk had gotten the deer, since it gave us part. The camera showed the creature perfectly. It was the best photos taken to date of a yeti/sasquatch. This would be of immense scientific value. I wondered what the scientific community would think of the first direct human physical contact with a menk in which the human survived. This would make for an interesting scientific paper to write. We replaced the film in the camera and returned to the cave.

There wasn’t much for us to do during the day while the menk was asleep. Donovan and I used the time to get better acquainted. This was my main purpose in getting here. It was working out the way I had wanted it to, though the way it was getting done was certainly nothing like I would have planned. In between meals Donovan would keep me cuffed and sometimes gagged. He was a natural dom, preferring to have anyone he had a relationship with to always be kept bound and gagged. I was fine with it as long as we continued to have a good sexual relationship, which we were having. We hugged and kissed, and shot off. He finally said that the one thing he regretted about this setup was that there was no chastity device to keep on me. I didn’t regret that at all, and told him so. He laughed and told me to enjoy it while I could, that this would change when we got back to civilization.

With our limited gear, there was only so much that he could do in the way of restraining me. He also expressed regret about that, and said that when we got back to civilization he would be able to do a much better job of restraining me. I, of course, told him that I looked forward to that. I wanted so to be his, and was quite willing to do anything he wanted me to do.

We cooked part of the deer for dinner. It wasn’t as tender as I would like it to be, but it satisfied the hunger. We realized that we would need to tenderize it to make it more palatable. We weren’t in a position to be able to do that. But we thought it would be appreciated by the menk if we ate some of his offering. If we ignored its gift it would probably be offended.

That night Donovan again cuffed me, played with my dick, and got me to erupt into his mouth. And I reciprocated for his erect cock with the spider gag on, albeit not being able to play with his dick with my hands cuffed behind my back. We didn’t hear any sounds from outside, so didn’t know if the menk was watching us or not. Finally Donovan cuffed his ankles and wrists behind his back and we lay back, prepared to go to sleep. We had turned the light off before doing our nocturnal bondage. We had found a safe place in that cave where we put the keys.

At first, nothing happened. Then suddenly Donovan was picked up by the creature and taken out of our ‘nest.’ We hadn’t expected that. It wasn’t long before I was picked up as well and taken out of our ‘nest.’ I was carried to another part of the cave and set down alongside Donovan. This other ‘nest’ was apparently where the creature spent its time. I wasn’t sure what it intended to do with us, but I could guess. Soon my guess was proved correct as it stuck its cock into Donovan’s mouth. After Donovan had serviced it, the creature left. We didn’t mind servicing the creature, but the problem was that our safe place for the keys to our cuffs was back at our ‘nest.’ I figured we were going to have to wait until the creature was asleep before trying to crawl back to our ‘nest’ to get out of our cuffs and eat. And we would have to return to the creature’s ‘nest’ before it woke back up.

I couldn’t talk with that spider gag in my mouth. But I looked at Donovan enquiringly, shrugged my shoulders and grunted, wanting him to say what our plan should now be. He understood, and said “I think it would be too risky for both of us to be gone at the same time, but one of us has got to get back to our ‘nest’ and get the keys to the cuffs and your gag. I’m willing to remain here if you want to go. The creature seems to prefer me for its nightly cum session. But it seems to prefer you for the morning one before it retires for the day’s sleep. I’d suggest that after it has erupted in you and settles down to sleep, that would be a good time for you to leave. I hope you kept track of the way here while he was carrying you.”

I nodded my head up and down and grunted a short one.

“In that case, I think we’d better try to get some sleep while we can.”

I again awoke from a sound sleep with my mouth and throat filled completely with the creature’s cock. This time with the spider gag on I couldn’t bite down reflexively like I’d done the previous evening. And fortunately the spider gag I’d gotten was big enough for its enormous cock to fit through. I’d had enough air in my lungs to make it through the blockage time for the creature to erupt. After getting its rocks off in me, the creature seemed satisfied, and got some deer meat to eat. Its eating habits were pretty coarse, but to be expected of a wild creature. After finishing its meal, the creature lay down. It kept an arm around Donovan. I got a pang of jealousy at that, but realized that it was what Donovan wanted. I knew that he wasn’t going to be spending his whole life here, and that I would be the one when he got back to civilization, so I was willing to wait.

I found out something else for our scientific paper. The menk snores. At least that gave me a good cover to start shuffling off to our ‘nest.’ It must have taken almost an hour, but I finally got to where our keys were kept and got the cuffs and gag off me. I started fixing breakfast for us. When it was ready I quietly crept back to the menk’s ‘nest’ with our breakfast. Donovan was awake, but the menk still had its arm around him. I wouldn’t be able to get Donovan’s handcuffs off without moving the creature’s arm. But I could, and did, feed Donovan.

I indicated to Donovan that I would clean the dishes and check the cameras. He nodded his agreement. The cameras again got good pictures of the menk. I changed film and stored the pictures we got. There wasn’t much I could do in the meantime, so I spent it at the cave entrance. Soon one of our hunters was by with another freshly killed deer. I told him what had happened, and asked him to take our film to town to be kept for us to pick up when we got back. I also asked for something to tenderize the deer meat. He agreed to take the film and to bring back some meat tenderizer on his next trip, and I went back into the cave to our ‘nest’ to get the film. I crept quietly, checked on the other ‘nest,’ and found that the creature was still asleep.

I wanted a record of what we’d gotten so far to be somewhere in the civilized world so that if something should happen to us, there would at least be a record of the existence of this menk. And the hunter could tell what had happened if others should inquire about us later. I figured that this is what Donovan would want, since he was first and foremost a scientist. In the meantime, I found myself longing for Donovan’s company like we’d had yesterday.

When lunchtime arrived I fixed a lunch for both of us and took it quietly into the menk’s ‘nest.’ It was still asleep, still with its arm around Donovan, who was awake. I fed both of us again, just like this morning, since I still couldn’t get Donovan’s cuffs off. I wondered whether the creature would be awake at dinner time. I figured it would be, and wondered how I was going to handle that. I also needed to figure out how to deal with the problem of the keys.

I took along our video infrared camera, and got some good pictures of the creature and Donovan lying down together. It showed the creature’s immense size, including the size of what he’d put into my mouth. It also recorded the snoring. With these pictures I didn’t think there would be any more doubts, though I expected that there would still be skeptics.

It suddenly dawned on me that Donovan hadn’t had a chance to piss or shit yet that day. I was able to do so when I got the cuffs off. I decided to return to the creature’s ‘nest’ after getting a bottle and a pan to help Donovan take care of doing that. When I got there the positions were the same as they’d been. But the menk was no longer snoring, so I had to be quiet. I noticed that its face was toward Donovan, but its eyes were closed.

I unzipped Donovan’s pants and lowered them so he could shit into the pan. I wiped his butt off afterwards, and then put the jar under his penis so he could pee. As the liquid was filling the container it was making a pouring sound. I looked over at the menk and saw that his eyes were open and he was watching what we were doing. I got a panicked look on my face. Donovan saw that and realized that the creature must have awakened.

I think the creature understood why I was doing what I was doing for Donovan. It didn’t show any animosity for allowing Donovan to do these basic animal functions. The creature just wanted to make sure that Donovan was there for his needs. Just as we were learning from it, it was learning from us. After I had finished and raised Donovan’s pants back up, I left the ‘nest’ to clean out the jar and pan. I made a motion to Donovan of what I was going to do, and Donovan nodded his head. I did that primarily for the creature’s benefit, and it seemed to understand. It let me leave.

I figured we were both now going to be living at the creature’s ‘nest,’ and I was going to have to figure out how to deal with that. But I think the creature realized that, while we would both be sleeping at its ‘nest,’ available for its use, one of us would have to be able to take care of other business at our ‘nest.’ It had been a couple of hours since I left the creature’s ‘nest,’ and it hadn’t been to our ‘nest’ to bring me back, so I took that as a sign that this was acceptable to it.

When it was dinnertime, I fixed some more of the deer meat, along with vegetables and potatoes, and took our dinners to Donovan at the creature’s ‘nest.’ It seemed interested to see what we were eating and how we ate it. We just ignored the creature and ate the way we normally did. I was thinking that this was probably pretty rude, so part way through the meal I went back to our ‘nest’ and fixed a third helping for the creature. When it was done, I took it to the ‘nest’ and offered it.

The creature was curious, but wary. I ate a little of each of the portions from its plate to show that there was nothing poisonous about the food. Then I left it with the creature and resumed eating my dinner. I wondered when the creature’s curiosity would get the better of it and it would try our food. It finally tasted some, but didn’t eat more than a bite or two of each item. It was obviously not the kind of food it was used to.

Our life there continued as it had for the next couple of weeks. We started adjusting our schedules to conform to the menk’s, sleeping during the day and being awake at night. In that way, we were able to be out of our cuffs, or at least Donovan was able to most of the time. Donovan and I got to get some bondage bonding in, getting our rocks off and cementing our relationship. And the creature got its rocks off in us as well. We decided that when the menk was awake we would keep our ankles and wrists cuffed.

But the inevitable problem arose. We started running out of supplies. I had met the hunter a couple of more times, and ordered some more supplies, which he delivered, but it was getting to the time when we were going to have to go to town, being gone for a couple of days. It was something I was looking forward to. I would finally have a chance to be with Donovan, looking forward to that more intense bondage that Donovan had promised me so that we could bond further. But I couldn’t tell him that.

Finally when we had the chance to talk, I said, “we can’t stay here any longer. We’ve made enormous strides in getting information about the menk, the Russian yeti. But we’ve got to be getting back to civilization.”

“Our leaving would be devastating to this creature. It now relies on our being here.”

“Yes, but we have lives, too. Do you want to spend the rest of your life here as its sex slave?”

“I’ve been thinking about this. Why don’t you leave me a couple of days’ supply of food, containers opened and accessible to me, and go back with one of the hunters when he next comes. Let the world know what has happened, and return with a month’s supply of rations. I’ll stay here with the menk.”

I was afraid that this would happen. I was secondary to the menk in Donovan’s eyes. I was going to be the go-between for Donovan and the scientific community with him staying here with his menk. I didn’t like it. It satisfied Donovan’s objective, but didn’t satisfy mine. I tried convincing Donovan to return with me, but I could see that his mind was made up.

I returned with that hunter and made the arrangements that Donovan recommended. I had first made arrangements with the hunter and others to take the necessary provisions to Donovan at the cave. The hunter and the others wouldn’t go inside, so I had to carry everything into the creature’s ‘nest.’ I knew when it would be asleep, and chose that time to do so. Donovan was still doing well. I opened containers for him to be able to access the food. I told him that the next step was broadcasting the news to the world, and was worried about what our life there was going to be like when that happened. Donovan understood, but still wanted the news made public.

When I got back I did so. People were amazed at the pictures and information that we provided, making it clear once and for all that this creature did exist. I was suddenly the toast of the world. The news media descended on this area. I was going to have a difficult time keeping them at a safe distance. I reminded everyone that the creature goes berserk when he sees a bright light, that it murdered nine hikers almost 60 years earlier when a missile landed near them. But the media was still insistent. I told them that if their efforts resulted in someone’s death I would personally file murder charges against the person responsible. That seemed to tone down their enthusiasm.

But this time when I got back to the cave, accompanied by a reporter, there was no sign of the creature or of Donovan. I didn’t know what happened. There was no sign of a struggle, or of anyone having been injured. I figured that the menk had another ‘nest’ somewhere else and took Donovan with him to it. I wondered if the menk figured that with my leaving there was a chance that I would return with enough people to remove Donovan from him, and he had to leave without a trace to make sure that no one could find him. And I wondered if the creature migrated around to other areas.

Not knowing where they went, I couldn’t provide supplies for Donovan. I checked the camera, and found that the film had long since run out before that happened, though there were fresh pictures of the menk. It was the dry season, so no footprints were visible. I checked our new safe place for the keys to the cuffs in the menk’s cave and found that they were in the exact place I had left them. For the two to have moved, the menk had to have been awake, which meant that Donovan had his hands cuffed behind him with no way now to get the cuffs removed. He had told me that he wanted to practice getting fed with his hands still cuffed behind him, and he apparently had not ever removed them.

Then I got a glimmer of hope. The opened containers of food I had left were no longer there. It was probably the menk who took them, realizing that Donovan would need the food to stay alive. I decided to leave more opened containers of food in that nest to make sure that Donovan continued to be fed if the menk came back for more.

In searching the cave for more clues as to what happened, I came across a shell casing. I starting thinking that with the publicity, some idiot decided to be the first person to shoot and kill a yeti. At least there was no sign of blood, so the shooter must have missed. That must have been what caused the yeti to leave.

I’m back to where I was before, waiting for Donovan. My life is back to being lonely again. I’m the toast of the world, what with the information that we obtained, constantly invited to appear on television or at events, but what good is that if you have lost the one you love? Donovan got what he wanted, but I did not. Being with the menk was more important to him than being with me. I hoped he was alive and happy wherever he was. I wondered if I’d ever see him again. I spend most of my time here at the cave, hoping to find out where Donovan is and join him again. I figured if the world wants to see me, they can come here.

 

Author’s note — Boris and Donovan are fictitious characters. The program on the Animal Channel was authentic. I tried copying the information from the program as best I could remember it, and checked an atlas to get the scene better located. That program inspired me to write this fictitious story.