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The Test, Chapter 5

Jack remained strapped to the metal stretcher, his hands and feet bound, his chest exposed as the pink gas filled the room like a dense fog. Though his heart continued to resist, his mind fought to avoid succumbing to despair. The rapid beeping of the monitor beside him was the only sound breaking the silence, the only reminder that he was still alive��but not for long.

Dr. Ruiz’s voice filled the room once more, sharp and methodical as ever. "Your heart has endured more than I anticipated, Jack. I must admit, I’m impressed. But you know what this means, don’t you? You’re an anomaly. The goal has always been to find someone like you—a heart that not only survives but improves under pressure. But I’m not done yet."

Jack swallowed hard, the weight of the doctor’s words pressing down on him. He knew Ruiz wouldn’t stop, not as long as there was more to test. The certainty of what lay ahead paralyzed him with fear.

Suddenly, a low, menacing hum emanated from the machines around him. Jack felt the electrodes attached to his chest begin to vibrate, sending small jolts through his skin—not enough to harm him, but enough to remind him that he was entirely at the mercy of the system.

The echocardiogram monitor flickered slightly, showing that Jack’s heart was still responding to the stress, pumping with steady force. Yet, Ruiz wasn’t satisfied.

"This will be your final test," Ruiz announced, and a chill ran down Jack’s spine. "The pink gas has started to dissipate, but the real trial begins now."

The hum of the machines grew louder, and Jack felt a sudden, piercing cold in his chest. It wasn’t like the cooling tank from earlier; this was sharper, more invasive, as though something were reaching into his very heartbeat.

"I’ve modified the electrodes," Ruiz continued in a calculated tone. "Now, they’re designed to stimulate your heart directly—but not like a pacemaker. This time, I want to see how your heart responds to pain."

Jack’s eyes widened in horror as the first shock struck his chest. It wasn’t the sharp jolt of a defibrillator; it was slower, more controlled. The impact didn’t make him jump but pressed into him from within, as though his own heart was being forced to beat with brutal strength.

Jack screamed. His chest convulsed painfully as the electrodes delivered another shock, this one stronger. On the screen, his heart rate spiked wildly, his heartbeat growing erratic as it struggled to match the rhythm Ruiz demanded.

"The resilience of your heart is extraordinary, but… can it withstand prolonged pain?" Ruiz’s voice was clinically detached, yet Jack could detect the excitement beneath it.

The monitor’s beeping grew frenzied, each sound echoing Jack’s body’s desperate fight. He felt his pulse in every fiber of his being, the pain radiating from his chest to his limbs. The stretcher seemed to vibrate under the intensity of his heartbeats. Though his vision blurred, he could still make out the echocardiogram’s flashing numbers—alarming, yet not failing.

Ruiz didn’t stop.

The shocks came one after another, each more powerful than the last. Jack’s muscles tensed involuntarily with each impact. His heart, though large and resilient, began to show signs of strain. Its rhythm grew increasingly irregular, and Jack felt as if his chest might shatter from the overwhelming stimulation.

"Incredible, Jack. Your heart continues to beat despite everything. But this will be the ultimate test."

The hum of the machines reached its peak. Ruiz, observing through a glass barrier, watched with calculating eyes as he initiated the final phase of the trial. This time, the shocks became continuous, almost without pause. The pain was unbearable. Jack screamed, but his voice was drowned out by the echo of his own heartbeat pounding in his ears.

The echocardiogram monitor displayed numbers climbing into impossible ranges. Jack’s heart was on the brink of collapse, and he knew it. Each beat felt like a hammer blow, each breath an impossible effort.

And then, suddenly, everything stopped.

The beating. The sound. The pain.

The screen showed a flat line. His heart had stopped.

Ruiz stood silent for a moment, observing. Then, without urgency, he activated the emergency defibrillator, sending a shock directly to Jack’s chest. His body jerked violently on the stretcher, but there was no response.

A second shock. Still nothing.

Ruiz frowned slightly, then picked up a syringe containing a bright orange liquid. He carefully injected it directly into Jack’s heart through a long needle that pierced the center of his chest.

Slowly, the heartbeat returned. First, a faint thud, then another. The monitor came back to life. Against all odds, Jack’s heart continued to fight.

Ruiz smiled. "It seems you’ve survived once again. But this time, Jack…" His voice grew darker, more menacing. "It’s time to finish this."

The final chapter is coming...

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Father Mulcahy...er...William Christopher giving good sole on M*A*S*H (Season 4, Episode 16, 1975). That sock strip is great. We also get some man/man foot touching, which is always awesome.

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Anyone wants to lay his head on my chest? 🫀

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Lay down, relax and listen to the sound.

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Look at this hunk getting checked up. "Meditips Oficial" is full of muscular cocky hunks getting checked up while flexing and showing off their bodies. Freakin hot. [TikTok @meditips.oficial]

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The Test, chapter 4

Jack opened his eyes slowly, feeling a familiar weight on his chest. He was lying on a metal stretcher, his hands and feet firmly strapped with leather restraints, immobilizing him. The air in the room was heavy, oppressive, and the darkness was only interrupted by the glow of the machines around him. Beside him, a monitor displayed a real-time electrocardiogram and echocardiogram. The image of his heart, enlarged from prior testing, beat with a steady, powerful rhythm on the screen. The beats felt deeper, stronger, as if his heart had evolved after the tortures it had endured.

For a moment, Jack found himself fascinated. Despite the fear, pain, and suffering, he couldn’t stop staring at the screen that projected his own heart. The organ looked strong, robust, even after everything it had been through. But that fascination was soon replaced by a disturbing question: What would Dr. Ruiz do next?

Suddenly, Ruiz's voice echoed through the room via a microphone, clinical and calculating in tone. "Jack, I see you’re awake. I assume you remember that your heart started beating again after ten minutes of resuscitation. It was a challenge, but your heart is... fascinating. Resilient. However, this is far from over. The real test begins now."

Before Jack could process the doctor’s words, the atmosphere in the room began to change. The temperature rose rapidly, turning the room into a stifling oven. The air, already heavy, became almost impossible to breathe. Jack tried to gasp for air, but there wasn’t enough oxygen. Instead, a pink gas began to seep into the room.

"That gas you’re breathing, Jack," Ruiz continued, his voice terrifyingly cold, "is a bacteria designed to attack the heart at a structural level. Its goal is to degrade it, break the fibers, and weaken the muscle from within. If your heart doesn’t deteriorate during absorption, it will mean it’s immune... that your heart is, essentially, perfect. But if it’s not… this is the beginning of the end for you."

Jack felt his mind clouding as a memory surfaced. There had been a pandemic, many years ago, that ravaged the world—a disease that specifically targeted people’s hearts. Now he understood: that disease hadn’t been an accident. Was this part of some larger plan? Had they created the bacteria now infiltrating his body?

As his thoughts spiraled, he felt the gas brush against his feet. The cold touch of the gas, in contrast to the stifling heat, sent a shiver through him. Jack tried to resist, but it was impossible. The gas seeped into his nose, slowly invading his body. He could feel it filling his lungs and spreading through his system. A deep fear consumed him as he imagined what the bacteria would do inside him.

With his heart pounding faster, he turned his head toward the monitor. The echocardiogram showed an acceleration in his heartbeat. Faster and faster. Fear consumed him, yet strangely, his body showed no other symptoms. His heart, though agitated, kept pumping strongly, resisting the attack.

Thirty minutes passed. Jack continued watching the screen, expecting something catastrophic to happen. Each beat echoed in his ears, the only sound in the silent, oppressive room. But, surprisingly, his heart showed no signs of weakening. The pain he had feared never came. There was only the quickened pulse and the growing fear, but physically, he was fine.

Sweat dripped down his forehead, and his breathing, though rapid, remained regular. The pink gas kept filling the room, but his body resisted. Could it be true? Could his heart be immune, as Ruiz had hinted? Was it… perfect?

Note: after publishing this story, I'm planning to write another dark cardiophile novel here, but I would like to make a casting for the characters hearts. So, if you are a male cardiophile, you can send me by dm your EKG, Echo, Heartscans, your heartbeats, etc. And also, like a plus, photos of your male soles 😁 I'll give You credits.

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Now will you be a good boy and lick my feet until your tongue is all sore and tired?

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I was going to do this tomorrow, as a fun, before-concert, heart session, but the machine was right there, and I couldn't resist. The mic was on my mitral, and the probe shoved beneath my xiphoid. For all those who enjoy seeing the heart pumping, I sure do hope you enjoy watching mine. My heart got louder as I went on probing. I guess I was enjoying the sight. The steth didn't move the whole time, so my heart sure did pump harder. He was pumping harder, but could you actually see my heart pumping and squeezing harder? THAT would be hot. It always sucks driving an hour or more to a concert in the dark, especially when it's raining. Thankfully, it won't be raining, and thankfully there will be no Boston traffic. C'mon concert....

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Hey, first post! Check out this heart under ultrasound being defibbed 💔⚡💜 I wish that was my heart

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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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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/