“Patient File 12045, Cardiac response to various stimuli,” The Doctor announces to the medical students watching from the lecture hall above. The mask over his face obscures his features, leaving only his eyes to pierce into yours as he circles your laying form like a hunter stalking his prey.
The harsh hospital lighting assaults your eyes, making every sensation all the more intense as you attempt to get your bearings in the new environment. You try to move your limbs only for them to stop short against the leather restraints pinning them to the examination table, your arms outstretched and your legs pried open. The sudden rapid beeping of an ecg monitor lets you know of your own hearts excitement and fear at the situation, only going faster once you process the cold sensation of the sterile air on your bare skin, nipples hardening.
“Take note of the patient’s vitals as he comes out from the sedative, even without any outside stimulants the heart begins to pound away from the body’s fear response,” He says matter-of-factly as he takes his gloved hand and trails it up your leg to your stomach, then finally settling over your heart. The tips of his fingers pinch and swirl around your nipple, causing you to let out an involuntary moan that makes him chuckle, “Take note of any involuntary responses to the stimuli.”
The doctor continues on with his work, the crowd of students seemingly disappearing into the background as he begins setting up a pair of AED pads onto your chest, “Don’t worry,” he coos, watching your heart rate jump from 120 to 145, “We won’t begin with electrical stimulation just yet…” Turning away from you, he grabs three 20 gauge needles and holds them up for the crowd to see, “I will be starting with the insertion of 20 gauge needles into the left and right ventricle of the patient’s heart.”
The doctor returns his attention to your helpless form and positions the first needle near the apex of your heart. With a gentle push, the cold metal slides in like butter into the thrashing organ, quickly followed by the second and third needles. You can feel a tightness spread across your chest as your heart attempts to compensate for the metals disrupting its rhythm. The ecg monitor reads out a series of skips and pauses, your heart speeding up then slowing down as it tries to find its footing again.
“Patient heart rate has risen past 150, though seems to be recovering quickly.” He states coldly as he turns on the AED, inputting his desired settings before making eye contact with you, “Let the electrical stimulation proceed at 160 bpm.”
With the flip of a switch your heart lurches forward, your whole body jolting from the intensity of the pace the doctor has set for you. Every squeeze, every beat of your heart sends heat down to the pit of your stomach and you can’t help but writhe and moan pathetically beneath the gaze of the crowd. You can feel the slick start to leak out from your hole and your cock begin to throb with every shock to your heart.
“Now increasing the pace to 170bpm…”
Your breaths come in short, labored pants, your pump begging for oxygen. Off to the side, you see the doctor fiddling with a syringe and a vial, the imagery causing your heart to fibrillate for just a moment before the pacemaker forces it back to submission.
“Administering .4mg of epinephrine straight into the heart.”
A wave of coldness spreads throughout your heart, making it shiver in the process as the epinephrine floods your chambers. Immediately your heart takes off to the races, the ecg monitor sounding off alarms as your heart peaks past 185bpm. You’re lightheaded now, the edges of your vision blurring and your body shaking with every thrash of your pump. You can definitely feel how wet you are just from how hard your cock is pulsing with desire.
“Patient’s heart continues to pound away despite the cocktail of stimuli assaulting his organ, current bpm 190,” He looks on at you with quiet admiration, enjoying the sight of your wriggling figure and your hard cock, “Time for one last push, my dear.”
With swift movements a gas mask is placed over your face, a bottle of poppers attached to the end of it, leaving your only source of air to be the intoxicating fumes of the bottle. From your first breath of the bottle, you’re left moaning in ecstasy as you feel the sensation of your blood vessels widening and your blood pressure dropping rapidly. Your wrists and ankles pull taught on your restraints, your back arching off the table as your O2 levels quickly begin to spiral.
“That’s right my dear, let’s finish off this beautiful heart of yours,” The doctor practically groans himself, his own arousal straining against the confines of his pants. His hand finds its way to your aching cock and strokes it to the rhythm of your failing heart.
200…210…230… your heart no longer beating but instead turning into a quivering mess as the doctor pushes you over the edge. Your body convulses on the table as you begin to seize, eyes rolling into the back of your head and your breathing coming in choked gasps. Everything feels too hot and too cold at the same time, the beeping of the ecg monitor too loud yet far away in your ears. The last sound you’re able to process is the thunderous roar of applause from the audience before your consciousness fades away and your body becomes limp.
“Amazing,” The doctor announces, taking in your unconscious form, “now, who would like to volunteer to resuscitate the patient?”
should NOT have opened this at work. Holy shit. holy SHIT
i will be rereading this at least 5x per day for the foreseeable future thank you so much for taking the time and effort to write it
