Soy un chico amante de RCP, pies y chicos atractivos, si tienes los mismos gustos sientete libre de mandar mensaje. // I am a guy who loves CPR, feet and attractive guys, if you have the same interests feel free to send me a message.
Me encanta cuando los chicos arquean el pecho al recibir electroshocks, es tan excitante !!!!
Como este chico, está listo para ser mi paciente confía en que haga todo lo posible para traerlo de vuelta a la vida mientras disfruto de su torso.
I love it when guys arch their chests when getting electroshocks, it's so exciting !!!!
As this guy, he is ready to be my patient trust me to do my best to bring him back to life while I enjoy his torso.
This is my number one teen roid alpha trophy stud. He’s locked in for the summer. His back and lats are growing like wings and his power gains are off the charts. The more he lifts and gets jacked up the more his brain just focuses on muscle and the muscles are growing bro. During this park workout dudes were watching him none stop. When he finished he had twinks likes up to lick his chest, worship his muscles and choke on his horse cock. One dumb fuck tried giving him shit so my alpha stud fucking muscled up and dropped him, right there in the park. Fucking out cold, then he boot and curb stomped him as he flexed over the dumb fucker so the twink boys he was going to take home and muscle fuck could get a full show of his max power. What a total muscle stud. But what do you think? Hit the comments bros. I want everyone IN. Tell me what you think of my muscle Bro ??
this is an old video that was deep in my gallery. this is an old friend that i used to record his heartbeat 4 years ago. he had a natural skipping heartbeat as a basketball athlete. even when he’s resting, his heart skips non-stop everyday. but yeah enjoy this minute long video! he had just came from running, hence why his heart was pounding. plus it being HELLA VISIBLE is a plus.
TW: Contains Dark Cardiophilia, Resus Roleplay, Defibrillation Play, Sexual Cardiophilia.
Matthew’s POV
Beep…Beep…Beep…Beep…
“Current rhythm is sinus, 65bpm. He’s been making a stable recovery since yesterday.”
A gloved hand gently unfastened the shoulder of my patient gown, before pressing the diaphragm of a stethoscope firmly against my skin, moving it about periodically.
“Heart sounds healthy, no signs of any abnormal valve activity.”
My eyelids were carefully lifted by another latex-clad hand, before a torch illuminated my vision.
“Pupils are sluggish, but that’s to be expected after yesterday’s panic. He’ll come around soon. It’s best to let him just recover.”
I heard footsteps as the two staff left. The only noises that kept me company were the slow blips of the patient monitor, the occasional hiss of the blood pressure cuff, and the drawn out whoosh of my own breathing.
The air flowing into my lungs tasted clinical, being delivered by a ventilator through a plastic airway mask. In, out. Slowly and surely.
Something seemed wrong, however. There was a growing pain in my chest, causing my heart rate to quickly start changing for the worst. 65…76…84…98…102. The alarm for tachycardia began sounding.
I struggled to breathe. Every breath became more strained than the last. I couldn’t fill my lungs fast enough to keep up with the demand of my dangerously racing heart, as it began to quiver uselessly in my chest, triggering another alarm.
The doors burst open as two staff rushed to my aid. Fingers pressed hard into my carotid while a stethoscope pushed up against my apex, the user desperately trying to locate any sign of a pulse.
“His heartbeat is barely detectable, he’s coding!”
A button was pressed overhead, sounding a Code Blue scenario. While the code team were on their way, the headrest for my hospital bed was laid flat, and a hard board was slid under me.
“His oxygen sats are low! Switch him out to an ambu-bag and hyperventilate him, stat!”
The mask was disconnected from the ventilator, and a bag was quickly attached. It was squeezed 5 times in fast succession, giving my body more oxygen to work with.
“Beginning compressions!”
Two gloves hands clasped themselves together over my sternum and began pressing down hard, keeping a steady rhythm going.
“25, 26, 27, 28, 29, 30! Breathe!”
The ambu-bag was squeezed firmly, forcing air through my lungs. My chest deflated, before another breath was administered.
By now the code team had taken their places around me, a cacophony of organised chaos. My patient gown was snipped away with trauma shears, revealing my dying body to the room.
After 5 rounds of compressions, there was another vitals check. Hands palpated and pressed, pulses and pupils were noted.
“We haven’t restored a heartbeat yet, but his pupils are still sluggishly reactive. Let’s push a dose of epi and resume compressions.”
The inside of my elbow stung from an established iv line, but was rapidly comforted by the strange liquid that flowed through.
My chest was mercilessly battered as the nurse straddling me compressed my heart between my spine and sternum.
“V-Fib on the monitor! Charge the defibrillator to 200J!”
I heard a shrill whine as electricity gathered into the capacitors, before they were taken off the dock. A cold chill ran through my chest as the paddles, now covered in cold gel, were pressed hard against me, as if trying to hold my body down.
“Everyone off! Clear!”
KA-THUNK!
My upper body spasmed against the shock, my head lolled to the side. The rhythm on the patient monitor remained unchanged.
“Hit him again with 200J!”
There was another whine, before the icy paddles settled on my chest again.
“All clear? Shocking at 200J!”
KA-THUNK!
Another spasm caused by the shock, and the code team looked to the monitor in anticipation.
Be-Be-Be-Be…Beeeeeeeeeee
“He’s fallen into asystole! Doctor, we’re losing him!”
“Fuck! Push another epi and resume compressions!”
Another staff member took over manually pumping my blood around my body, while another kept an eye on my monitor.
“He’s in V-Fib again! Charge the paddles to 250J!”
A longer whine, and the chilling pressure of the defibrillator returned once more. All hands moved off of me immediately.
“Clear!”
KA-THUNK!
A greater spasm this time, causing my back to lift off of the bed slightly before slamming down once more.
“No change, hit him at 300J!”
“Clear!”
My body jerked hard from the force of the electricity discharged into my chest. I felt my heart kick hard in my chest, before becoming still.
Beeeeeeeeeeeee
“Fuck! He’s flatlining again!”
A fist swung down and struck my bruised sternum, triggering a single irregular beat.
“Don’t give up on me! Nurse, charge the paddles to 360!”
“But Doctor—!”
“Just charge them!”
A new figure straddled me, crushing my chest repeatedly with determination, illustrating every word with a deep compression.
“I said charge again! His pupils are still sluggish, there’s still hope!”
The defibrillator was charged again; the whine of electricity seemed to go on for eons. But the paddle were soon clamped down onto my chest.
“CLEAR!”
The muscles in my upper body clenched in tandem, as my spine arched up higher than any shock had caused, before hitting the bed with a dull thud as I fell.
Beep…Beep…Beep…Beep
“Oh my— He’s in sinus. Let’s intubate him, it may be a while before he recovers enough to breathe on his own.”
The ambu-bag and mask were discarded, while my mouth was gently pried open, before a tube was threaded into my throat. A cuff was inflated, holding the tube in place.
“Right, let’s check airways.”
The bag attached to the tube was squeezed, pushing air through my lungs once more. A stethoscope relayed my breathing back to the doctor.
“Airways are good, connect him to a ventilator.”
The stethoscope made its way to my heart, where the doctor pressed the diaphragm gently, avoiding my bruised sternum.
“His heartbeat is regular, but I’m going to keep a close eye on him. Thank you all for your help.”
There was a shuffle as several people left the room. A hand made contact with my apex.
“Shhh, it’s gonna be okay. You’re safe now.”
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I opened my eyes, taking my surroundings in. I lay on the operating table in my basement, completely naked. A laptop sat on top of the crash cart, with an audio file on the media player.
It was a custom audio, requested from somebody in the community. I had helped write the scenario of a male patient in recovery slipping into a code.
It was something I would follow along with at home, since I had all the necessary crash equipment. I spat out part of a laryngeal tube; one that I had cut down so it still functioned without having to be inserted deep into my airway.
Resting on my chest were the defibrillator paddles. Still slick with gel, I slid them around my chest, before giving a mock discharge. I let out a long sigh, satisfied as I put the paddles aside.
I wiped the gel off of my chest and discarded the paper towels. I picked up the stethoscope with my gloved hands, before inserting the eartips.
I savoured the clinical feeling of latex covering my hands as I performed an auscultation of my racing heart. Hearing the bassy thumps of my heart gave me goosebumps, and I knew that I had to indulge my cardiophilia further.
I slipped the ambu-bag and mask over my face and squeezed hard, letting the sterile smelling air fill me. Oh fuck, I couldn’t resist the temptation no longer.
I took the chest strap from the table, tightening it until the stethoscope’s diaphragm was painfully bound in place. My heart bucked hard against the pressure in protest.
I poured some conductive gel into my palm, and without much thought, I grasped the base of my throbbing cock, letting out a low moan from the sudden cold.
Very slowly, I brought my hand up and down, slicking the icy gel up my shaft, trying to stifle the grunts that tried to come out. My hips moved in tandem, grinding against my own hand as I got lost in pleasure.
My heart drowned out my lustful noises, beating harder and faster with every minute. My free hand squeezed the ambu-bag every so often, letting me become lost in the clinical smell of the breathing apparatus.
It wasn’t long until I came, my heart giving a hard thump and skip before I climaxed. I unfastened the chest strap and pushed more air through my lungs, high from the experience.
This was perfection for me, being able to have a self-resus roleplay in that which I could be both doctor and patient.
Although what I really wanted was for someone to indulge me by playing doctor with me and compressing my chest over and over.
