Flickering street lamps cast dirty yellow light down the length of a lonely side street set between a pair of dilapidated looking apartment buildings. Padding lazily up the trash strewn pavement a hungry looking black and orange tabby prowled for his supper among the dumpsters. Freezing in his tracks as an elongated shadow reached out from the aperture of the alley announcing the presence of another, the mangy feline bolted under the wooden fence at the end of the back street and out of sight. Watching the cat flee into the night the caster of the shadow gingerly took a step down the lane and off the main road.
Stepping up to the heavily reinforced metal back door of the right hand building the traveler raised his left hand and tentatively knocked upon its rusting surface. Sliding open a narrow slot set in the door, the building’s guardian glared out with balefully green eyes at the late calling visitor. The visitor was revealed to be a nervous looking young man with light brown hair in a crew cut with amber colored eyes dressed in a Canadian tuxedo holding a crumpled letter tightly in his fist.
“Can I help you sir?” The door man asked in irritation as the young man shifted uneasily under his stare.
“I’m looking for Doctor Monroe’s studio.” The youth gulp as he glanced around the alley way, “I have an appointment with him tonight and this was the address given in his e-mail.”
“And your name sir?” The gruff voice asked disinterested.
“Andrews.” The boy introduced himself as he offered the letter to the guard. Pulling the note inside the bouncer looked it over scrupulously then closed the slot with a click. Disappointment momentarily creased Andrew’s face at being turned away unceremoniously until he heard the grinding of a set of heavy locks releasing their hold.
The door creaked slowly open from the urging of the guard revealing a dimly lit waiting room with a small couch to the right and a set of blue plastic chairs to the left. Across from the entrance was another door leading farther into the building and a counter with a sliding glass window with a pretty woman in a nurse’s uniform sitting behind it. Gray sound proof walls surrounded the room gave the place a claustrophobic feel that only enhanced the youth uneasy feeling.
“Welcome to the clinic sir.” The bouncer greeted as he pushed Andrew through the door and closed it behind him, “Go sign in as you wait for the Doctor.”
Walking up to the counter the nervous boy waited politely for the nurse to finish her paper work and notice him. After a short minute of enduring the guards piercing glare the nurse finally looked up at Andrew and smiled cheerfully.
“Welcome to Doctor Monroe’s clinic sir.” The candy stripper greeted as she passed over a clipboard and pen, “While you wait please fill out our form so we may better serve you during your visit.”
Taking the clip board from the hot blond the youth smiled and nodded as he took a seat on the couch. Looking over the form showed the standard medical questions one could expect from any other normal clinic. Picking up the pen the boy began checking boxes and filling lines; age 19, sex male, blood type A-, height 6’0”, weight 165 lb, allergies none, prior injuries or illness none, method of payment cash, and so on.
Then turning to the second page Andrew came on the special questions to this unique clinic that had brought him out for some exotic treatment. Checking off the boxes and lines the youth choose his preferred procedures; sexual preference heterosexual, fetishes heartbeat play, exams requested auscultation, palpitation, electrocardiogram, echocardiogram. Returning the clipboard to the nurse the boy sat back down crossing his leg over his knee to hide his growing excitement.
After a few more minutes for waiting the inner door finally opened as Doctor Monroe enter the waiting room as he read over the notes from the clip board.
“It is a pleasure to meet you Mr. Andrews.” The aging practitioner said as he shook the youth’s hand, “If you would please follow me we’ll get you started on your preferred treatment right away.”
Leading the boy down the hall the Doctor opened yet another door that lead into a large surgical lab. An adjustable metal table sat in the middle of the room surrounded by an assortment of covered carts, diagnostic equipment, and cabinets filled with surgical tools and medicines. The sterile smell, gleaning tools and built up anticipation caused youth’s heart to start pounding.
“Strip down and hop on the table and well get going.” Doctor Monroe ordered as he began turning on the various machines then setting up a folding screen.
Pulling off his shirt and pants Andrew deposited them in a corner giving the entering nurse a good show of his slim yet well defined young body. Closing the door behind her the candy striper admired the smooth unblemished tan skin and flat abdomen as the boy turned around and blushed at the close scrutiny. Folding his hands over his growing member the youth edged over to the table and sat down.
“Now how I can help you if you hide what I need to see?” The nurse grinned seductively as she gently pulled Andrew’s hands away letting his throbbing penis bob up and down to the timing of his heart. “Just lay back and I’ll make it all better.”
Following her advice the youth nodded and lay back as the nurse lightly ran her fingers up his legs stopping to linger on his left thigh. Pressing down gentle she felt for the surging femoral artery deep inside.
“Strong surging pulse in left femoral artery,” She noted to the busy Doctor then moved on to the right thigh, “Matching pulse in the right. My, what a bounding pulse you have.”
The nurse grinned wickedly as she worked her fingers up the boy’s body, giving a small wink as she accidentally brushed against his penis causing him to gasp. The youth’s heart pumped vigorously as the candy striper slowly and delicately checked over his brachial, radial, carotid, and finally his temporal arteries.
“Those all seem in good order,” The nurse commented as Andrew squirmed in pleasure from her touch. Tracing her fingers over the boy’s ribs the candy stripers hand came to rest over his beating heart.
“Oh my!” She exclaimed as she felt the excited organ straining against the confining cavity as if desiring to be caressed by her fingers, “It feels like your hearts about to jump out of your chest. I’d better take a closer look at it.”
“Please hurry, it fells like its going to burst.” Andrew moaned and nodded weakly as he felt his heart racing and his arousal mounting.
“Just ignore the man behind the screen, his is of no importance.” Doctor Monroe chuckled as he held out a stethoscope from behind his screen where he was working.
Taking the offered diagnostic tool the nurse plugged the end pieces into her ears and placed the cold disk just under the boy’s left nipple. Jumping slightly form the chilly contact, Andrew felt his heart skip a beat and reach down to grasp his erection for comfort. Rubbing slowly as the nurse listened at his hearts apex with a concerned look on her face the youth struggled to remain quiet even as he began to pant.
Moving the bell of the stethoscope around his chest so she could listen to the boy’s individual values working, the nurse had to listen for an extended period of time due to the loud thumping the youth’s heart was making. Pausing at each she systematically worked from his pulmonary valve, to his aortic valve, over to his mitral valve, and final down to his tricuspid valve. After a lengthy acoustic study the nurse final pulled the plugs from her ears and placed the stethoscope down on a tray.
“Your valves sound fine but your heart rate is cause for concern.” The nurse frowned at her patient, “There might be an electrical problem that’s forcing your heart into tachycardia. I need to perform an EKG.”
Nodding his head in affirmative watched in great anticipation as Doctor Monroe wheeled out a chart with a boxy machine on it. A glassily screen was lit with white lines while thin wire leads with white pads sat in a heap. Taking up bottle of gel the nurse slowly anointed each pad with a clear drop and began placing them strategically on Andrew’s chest.
Flipping the switch started the white lines on the screen to start jumping up and down to the rapid firing of the boy’s heart. Bold white digits on the left hand side of the screen showed the youth’s heart beating one hundred and forty times a minute. As Andrew rubbed his aching cock in his excitement, the numbers raised another ten beats.
“Interesting,” The nurse murmured, “It appears physical stimulation has an adverse effect on your heart. I’ll have to see how bad before I can recommend a treatment.”
Reach down herself the candy striper pushed the youth’s hand away from his play and ran her finger along the length of his shaft herself. Watching the numbers on the screen climb from her light application prompted the nurse to lean down and teasingly kiss the hot head of the boy’s erection. Whining from the contact Andrew watched his heart rocket pass one hundred and eighty on the screen.
“I wonder what you’re little heart sounds like right now.” The candy striper mused as she blew teasingly on the youth’s cock, “Doctor if you please?”
Stepping out discreetly Doctor Monroe place a black microphone lead just under Andrew’s left nipple. Then turning to flip the appropriate switch the frantic beating of the boy’s heart rang out clearly from the speakers.
Thump-Pa Thump-Pa Thump-Pa Thump-Pa Thump-Pa Thump-Pa Thump-Pa
The sound of his own pumping heart and the delicate attention to his ridged member was almost too much. Gripping the edge of the table in desperation as his heart painfully and repeatedly slammed into his sternum the boy cried out.
“Pl… please hurry!” Andrew whined, “My hearts starting to hurt!”
“This isn’t working.” The nurse said backing off from the youth’s arousal and shaking her head, “I need to see what’s going on with your heart. Doctor please, the echocardiography machine.”
Feeling as well as hearing his heart slow down to a bearable level Andrew watched as Doctor Monroe pushed another cart with a screen to the table side. Picking up a short wand attached to the machine with a thick cord he coated the tip with a traducing gel then squished a large drop onto the youth’s chest. Pushing the cold gel around with the wand the Doctor pushed a button on the consul and the screen lit up.
The squirming grayish outline of the boy’s heaving ventricles soon filled the screen, contracting to the sound of the youth’s beating heart. Watching his heart in motion for the first time left Andrew memorized, hypnotized by the seamless fluid motion of his heart’s convulsing walls. Tilting the wand at an angle brought the youth’s valves into view, snapping closed in perfect symmetry with each Lub-Dub a testament to the perfection of the human design.
“It’s beautiful.” Andrew murmured his eye’s wide.
“Yes it is.” The nurse agreed then leaned back down toward the boy’s erection, “But we still need to find out how health it is. I’m going to try a stress test to see how much your heart can take.”
Taking the tip of the youth’s cock and placing it to her lips the candy striper slowly pulled the length of his shaft into her mouth. Moaning out loud Andrew watched his heart accelerate back into tachycardia on the screen pumping more wildly as the nurse began to suck gently. Pulling out slowly as she let her lips pull on the sensitive tissue of the boy’s glands, the nurse enjoyed how his heart surged in time to her own oral pumping.
Pushing in, Thuum-Paa Thum-Pa Thumpa
Pull out, Thuum-Paa Thum-Pa Thumpa
As the nurse continued her slow sensual sucking, Andrew’s heart began to beat out of control thrashing around madly on the screen as the pressure built in his loins. Arching his back as the orgasm hit him the boy’s heart fluttered helplessly as he shot his hot seed into the nurse’s mouth. Shivering as his heart wound down to only a slightly elevated level Andrew panted heavily as the nurse straightened up and wiped her mouth off.
“I got to say that’s some heart you got.” The candy striper smiled sweetly as she brushed a lock of sweaty hair out of the youth’s eyes. “It held up great, congratulations.”
Taking the wand from Doctor Monroe as he moved back behind the screen, the nurse watched as the boy’s heart recovered from its strenuous work out. Andrew breathed deeply as he enjoyed the after show his tired heart was putting on. Noticing the youth’s exhausted yet attentive expression she leaned in close for a whisper.
“There’s one more test if you’re up for it?” She asked coyly.
Nodding his head affirmative the nurse called the Doctor back into the room pushing another cart that held a clear plastic box, a tank of red fluid, and a connecting pump. As Andrew looked over the contraption in confusion he watched the Doctor uncap a hypodermic needle.
“Just a little something to take the edge off,” Doctor said as he push the needle into a vein a sent the cold contains running up the boy’s arm.
“What’s that’s?” Andrew asked pointing to the strange device the Doctor brought in.
“Oh it’s just a neat little device the Brits came up with last year.” The Doctor informed the youth as he watched his heart pumping on the screen with a hungry look, “It keeps a donor heart beating after it been removed for transplant. It greatly improves the survival rate of the recipient.”
“A donor heart?” Andrew asked feeling a coldness spreading form his stomach as he heard his heart start to race again out of fear. “Wait, what are you going to do to me?!” The boy tried to rise but his limbs refused to move off the table and lay lifeless beside him. The youth felt his heart pounding as he realized he was helpless to stop what was coming.
“Well I think that’s a bit obvious don’t you?” Doctor Monroe stated as he pulled out a scalpel and stepped up beside the boy. “You blood type is too rare and your heart is in the best shape of its life, it will make a fine replacement for one of my other clients. Now don’t pout, we gave you what you want now we take what we need.” With that said the Doctor turned the boy’s head gently so he could watch what was happening on the screen as he began his grisly work.
As Andrew felt the cold piercing cut of the blade entering under his ribs he watched in horror as his heart thrashed franticly in his chest cavity as his heart beat boomed thunderously from the speaker.
“Please no!” He cried as he saw the doctor place the bloody red scalpel down on the cart out of the corner of his eye. “I don’t want to die!”
“Shh it’s almost done.” The nurse hushed as she wiped the tears streaming down the boy’s face.
As Andrew watched his madly pumping heart on the screen he feels the Doctors gloved hand push up under his sternum and screams. Staring in horror the boy’s watches as the silhouette of the Doctor’s fingers slowly enter onto the screen and wrap around his throbbing organ. The boy’s heart spasms as the deadly fingers clamp down on the contracting muscles sending pain flaring up his arms. The Doctor pauses giving the boy a precious few seconds to watch and hear his heart beat for the last time.
THUMP-PA THUMP-PA THUMP-PA THUMP-PA THUMP-PA THUMP-PA THUMP-PA THUMP-PA THUMP-PA THUMP-PA THUMP-PA THUMP-PA
“On three,” The Doctor says as he fells the boy’s heart flailing around in his hand, “One. Two…”
“Nooo…” The boy’s sobs pitifully, “please…”
“Three!” Doctor Monroe yells and tugs down with all his might.
The screen goes blank and Andrew’s heart beat becomes silent while a wet sucking sound fills the room as his still-beating heart and attaching vessels are pulled free from his chest. Cradling the precious cargo in his hands Doctor Monroe holds the vigorously pumping organ up for the boy to see. Staring in disbelief he watched his billowing tan atria feed his blood into the bulging maroon ventricles that convulsed to push his blood through his bluish purple aorta and back into his body.
Andrew’s pupils dilate as he watches the Doctor pick up a sliver par of cutting shears and place his pulsing pulmonary vessels in between the blades. Squeezing the handles together the Doctor severs the boy’s connection to his living heart sending great gouts of hot crimson splattering across the youth’s body. Gasping for breath as his head becomes dizzy Andrew watches with dimming eyes and his palpitating heart is placed into the plastic box and hooked up to the tubes within. As the boy slowly fades into the black embrace of death he can see his heart continue to beat uninterrupted with in its new home.
“George get in here!” The Doctor yells for the bouncer as he gently caresses the living heart he has just stolen. “You have trash that needs taking out. Then call the black market and tell them we’ve got fresh meat to seal.”
