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This is Sam, who’s volunteered for medical trials. Lots of ECG electrodes are involved, so first thing is to say goodbye to the chest hair

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Want to look like him? Ask for some tipps

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The Test, chapter 3

The sharp sound of an alarm filled the lab as Dr. Ruiz watched the screen projecting Jack’s heart rate. There was no pulse. The graph displayed a flat line, unmoving, as the young man’s heart had completely stopped after the extreme cooling. Without losing his composure, Ruiz turned off the device and opened the tank.

Jack’s body was cold, his skin pale and covered with droplets of water that slowly dripped onto the lab floor. Ruiz lifted him with surprising ease and placed him on a nearby stretcher. Jack’s bare chest, covered in electrodes, rose and fell only by inertia, but there was no life in his heartbeat. The doctor looked at him with calculating eyes, as if he were an experiment with endless possibilities yet to be explored.

"Don’t fail me now," he whispered, making a quick decision.

With precise movements, Ruiz began cardiopulmonary resuscitation (CPR). His hands pressed Jack’s chest with rhythmic force, trying to stimulate the heart to resume its beat. Each compression seemed futile, but the doctor didn’t stop. After two minutes, sweat started trickling down Ruiz's forehead, but he showed no signs of fatigue. He knew he had to push to the limit.

After ten minutes of CPR without any response, the doctor prepared for the next step. He took the defibrillator and placed the paddles on Jack’s chest, his skin still cold. The machine emitted a beep before delivering the shock. Jack’s body arched violently, but the monitor still registered no heartbeat.

"Don’t go so fast," Ruiz murmured with a faint, twisted smile.

With an almost sick determination, he decided to continue. He injected an orange liquid into the vein in Jack’s arm, an experimental solution prepared specifically for this phase. The liquid slowly flowed through Jack’s body, seeking to reach his stopped heart.

One minute passed. Then two.

And then, a faint tremor ran through Jack’s body. The monitor displayed a small fluctuation. The heart, after nearly fifteen minutes of stillness, began to beat again. At first, slowly; just a few weak beats that seemed like desperate attempts to restart. But gradually, the beat grew stronger.

"There you are," Ruiz murmured, satisfaction evident in his voice.

Jack, barely conscious, opened his eyes slightly, seeing with blurred vision as the doctor continued to gently massage his heart with his hands. He could feel it, a strange rhythmic pressure keeping him in this fragile balance between life and death.

“Breathe, Jack. Your heart is beating again,” Ruiz said, listening through the stethoscope as the sound of the slow but present beats filled the room.

The young man couldn’t move. He was completely weak, almost without strength, barely aware of what was happening around him. He could only sense the lingering cold in his bones and the strange warmth emanating from his chest as his heart, enlarged by the orange liquid, struggled to beat.

Ruiz turned on the echocardiogram and carefully observed the boy’s heart on the screen. The beats were slow but steady, and the image clearly showed the enlarged size of the organ.

“Incredible,” he murmured, fascinated by the outcome. “It’s grown in size, but I see no damage to the chambers. You’re more resilient than I expected.”

Ruiz fell silent for a moment, thoughtful. Then, he made a decision.

“We’ll do one last test. We can’t stop here.”

He picked up the defibrillator again. Jack barely understood what was happening before another shock went through his body. Pain surged from head to toe, an electric jolt shaking every fiber of his being.

The monitor showed the heart, exhausted, beginning to fail again. The beats slowed once more until there was nothing. The graph showed a flat line again. Jack’s heart had stopped for the second time.

Ruiz smiled, satisfied with the result.

“It’s fascinating how your body responds. Let’s see how much more you can withstand.”

Jack, floating in a deep darkness and unable to move, heard the doctor’s last words as a distant echo. His life was now entirely in Ruiz’s hands, and his heart, reduced to a tool in the doctor’s cruel experiment, could only wait for the next blow.

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The Test, Chapter 2

Jack woke up feeling the weight of his own heartbeat pounding in his ears, though his body floated effortlessly. He slowly opened his eyes, discovering he was submerged in a glass tank filled with warm, bubbling liquid. The sensation of weightlessness was strange, as if the liquid embraced and held him at the same time.

He tried to move his arms but felt a slight resistance from the electrodes attached to his chest, connected to a machine projecting his heartbeat onto a screen on the other side of the tank. His heart appeared as a digital graph, each beat seeming deeper than the last. A mask was fitted to his face, supplying oxygen, but the air flowing through it had a familiar smell. That same gas, the one he had inhaled before, trapped him in a mix of euphoria and panic.

Suddenly, Dr. Ruiz’s voice echoed from outside the tank, cold and calculating.

"I see you’re awake, Jack," he said, adjusting some controls. "You've been selected for a series of very important tests. We’ll be testing the limits of your heart. The first one was a success, but that was only the beginning."

Jack tried to move more, but his muscles felt weak, as if they wouldn’t fully respond. His breathing quickened, anxiety rising within him again.

"The next test," Ruiz continued, his tone clinical and detached, "will involve something more extreme. We’re going to cool the liquid in which you’re submerged while you continue inhaling the gas. I need you to endure for as long as you can."

Jack felt a chill run down his spine. The liquid, which had been warm and comforting until now, began to cool slowly. At first, it was a barely noticeable change, but within minutes, the difference became clear. The cold seeped into his skin, reached his muscles, causing them to tense involuntarily.

His heart, which had been beating steadily, began to falter. The heart rate projected on the screen started to fluctuate. At first, it was just a slight acceleration, but as the liquid continued to chill, his heartbeat grew erratic.

The green gas kept flowing through the mask, and Jack felt his mind starting to fog again. His senses were disoriented, but his heart, caught between the external cold and the euphoria induced by the gas, fought to survive. Each breath he took fueled a strange sensation, as if he were trapped in a thick fog where time was distorted.

The cold was now unbearable. His limbs began to numb, and his heartbeat quickened, frantic, searching for warmth where there was none. The graph on the screen showed a frenetic pattern, jumping from one irregular rhythm to another.

Ruiz, watching with a faint smile, spoke once more.

"The human heart is extraordinary, don’t you think?" he said as Jack gasped for air, each breath heavier than the last. "But I need to see how much it can take before it collapses."

The cold kept intensifying. The liquid around Jack was no longer just uncomfortable; it was a frozen pain enveloping every cell in his body. His chest felt like it was about to explode, his heart pounding against the resistance of the cold that froze him from within.

Suddenly, a sharp pain shot through his chest. One beat, then another, and another, stronger. Jack's heart fought, but with each beat, the pain grew. His hands clenched, his fingers curling in a futile attempt to grasp something. His vision began to darken, and the sound of his own heartbeat mixed with a buzzing in his ears.

Outside, on the screen, the graphs showed the decline: his heart rate was on the verge of collapse.

"Just a little more, Jack," murmured Ruiz, eyes fixed on the data. "Just a little more…"

Jack, on the brink of unconsciousness, felt his heart give a final, violent jolt. The cold had consumed him completely. And before darkness engulfed him, the last word he heard was from the doctor, distant and devoid of emotion:

"Interesting…"

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As I promised, new video just came out :)

https://www.manyvids.com/Video/3915067/The-last-wish/

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These extreme compressions deeply push my poor heart 🫀

However, it doesn't seem to be unhappy — still beating constantly 😋

If there is somebody from 🇷🇺 who wants to meet for heart/cpr roleplay, write in comments 🙏🏻

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Chat for Mexican Male Cardiophiles

If You enjoy human heart of men, You need to enter to this chat

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I have the fantasy of having you at a table with only a pair of shorts and while you relax I subject your heart to various studies until I get to the echocardiogram, where I ask you to inhale poppers to see its impact on the image. Next, I ask you to run on a treadmill and inhale poppers at the same time until your heart reaches its limit. After listening to it again, I would put you under anesthesia to remove your heart and examine it in depth and finally reimplant it in your chest.

PLEASE

My heartbeat got around 120bpm just reading this! What are you waiting for?? 🥵

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**"The test"** Chapter 1

Jack looked at the white walls of the laboratory nervously. It was his first time in that place, a place that looked more like a clinic with a strange industrial air. Everything had been organized by Dr. Ruiz, a man he barely knew, but with whom his father had worked for years. His father completely trusted Ruiz, but Jack couldn't stop feeling that feeling of unease.

Dr. Ruiz entered the room with a cold smile, as if he did not share the same reality as the young man. He had a stethoscope around his neck and a tablet in his hand.

“Ready for the test, Jack?” he asked while adjusting the mask that would cover the boy's nose and mouth. “This won't hurt you, but I need you to follow all my instructions”.

Jack nodded, trying to remain calm. He got on the treadmill, adjusting the electrodes that had been placed on his chest. It was a stress test, something he thought would be simple. What he didn't understand was the need for that strange mask connected to a tank.

“What gas is this?” Jack asked as he felt the mask begin to release a strong smell, something that made him shiver.

“Just a mild stimulant. It will help you maximize your performance. Nothing to worry about”, the doctor responded without looking away from the tablet.

At first, the test started normally. The tape moved slowly, but soon began to speed up. Sweat dripped down Jack’s face as the gas continued to flow. His head was spinning, and the pace of his breathing quickened. He felt his muscles tense, but the most alarming thing was his heart. It pulsed with brutal force, as if it were about to explode. Every breath I took with that mask intensified the sensation.

“Are you OK?”, the doctor asked in a distant voice, observing the data on the screen. “Let's increase the speed a little more”.

Jack tried to respond, but the oxygen was escaping him. Something wasn't right. His vision was blurring, and the smell of the gas he was inhaling was beginning to make him dizzy. He couldn't help but notice a strange, almost disturbing euphoria mixed with the panic growing in his chest.

"Doctor... I can't breathe well," Jack stammered between gasps, but Ruiz didn't respond. The boy's heart raced in a way he had never experienced before. Every beat seemed like an explosion. He wanted to stop, but his legs kept running, out of control. The lights in the lab began to seem too bright, and a loud ringing echoed in his ears.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, the tape stopped.Before Jack could remove his mask, Dr. Ruiz guided him to a stretcher. He was shaking and could barely stand. The gas continued to fill his lungs, and when the doctor turned the tank back on so he could breathe more poppers, the feeling of unreality enveloped him completely.

"Now, relax," Ruiz said, as if it were the most normal thing in the world. "We're going to do an echocardiogram on you".

Images of Jack's heart appeared on a nearby screen. The muscle was throbbing hard, faster than normal. The valves looked more dilated, and the heart chambers pumped as if they were under extreme pressure.

The doctor frowned as he adjusted the ultrasound, watching as Jack's heart looked like it was about to collapse. However, it did not stop the gas flow or the analysis. Jack, on the verge of fainting, heard the distant echo of his own heartbeat like a drum inside his skull. He wanted to protest, but he barely had the strength to move his lips.

Every time he inhaled, the euphoria returned, taking him to a dark and terrifying place from which he could not escape. The last thought that crossed his mind before he lost consciousness was a question: What was Dr. Ruiz really looking for?

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Bodybuilder sees his strongest muscle

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My heart pumpkin

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Mixed a heartbeat recording from my collection with an old Film911 stethoscope clip. Might be a good idea for a concept.