#mens heartbeat

[ecgekg]

No EKG but a heartbeat recording of a guy and an enforced breath hold by swimcap. The heart is initially racing but slows as the breath hold progresses. Breathing is stopped for 2 minutes.

[loveexpelrevolt]

You light up everything you touch, but never me.

GAMBIT & ROGUE + parallels X-Men '97 | "Remember It"

[fit-resusboy]

1,2,3,4,5😈

[zoy345]

Super Skinny guy heartbeat Part 1

link to purchase; https://view.wf/v/hqulklss

Fast heartbeat while play with his nipple and cum....

$15

[allmightyscroll-swag]

KIMHARRY NATION RISE UP 🫵🫵

this stemmed from me wondering if Kim would appreciate hearing Harry's heartbeat subconsciously. A gentle reminder that they made it- their alive. Both of them,,,

(and then suddenly this appeared)

[malecardiolove]

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.

[blmvw]

Male smoker who started at a young age and has always smoked hard smoking two in a row from rest to see how his heart reacts to it. He has an interesting third sound in his heartbeat. He is in his late 20's.

[joodeeboochoo]

Yo what is up JBC fam! 🤙 Who's into those sick ASMR vibes with heartbeats? Check it out - your bro Logan is about to chillax and let you vibe to the rhythmic beats of his heart and breath. 🎧 He's got our dope digital stethoscope locked onto his chest, capturing all those gnarly sounds! It's like the ultimate relaxation session bro! 🌬️

💤 Feel the steady drum of his heart doing the guh-gunk guh-gunk thing and those deep inhales and exhales echoing through the chill vibes. So, grab a seat, kick back, and soak in the good vibes of Logan's heartbeat, my dudes! 🕺🔊

[kaseysheart]

Squats, heart, and leggies!

[ecgekg]

Racing heartbeat and stomach rumbles with a stethoscope mic. Various times of the day usually after work.

[tarfeeder]

Heartbeats and first nicotine hit of the day

[fit-resusboy]

Some more heartbeat fun with some popper play 😈😵‍💫

[zoy345]

Boyfriend deep sleep heartbeat worship

https://view.wf/v/jmgitwug

Fast heartbeat while sleep and milking while worship his heart...

$15

[desperatelyneedcoffee]

Logan being overwhelmed by all the noise, smells and textures and Wade comforting him:

Because of his heightened senses, Logan can have days where all these sounds and smells and textures overwhelm him. The people talking, shouting, walking and driving about are a lot on top of the barking from dogs, trains underground and even the electricity flowing through their apartment.

He has the smell of petrol and diesel, cigarette and vape smoke, over-processed food, dog shit that people refuse to pick up, mold growing in the walls and the hundreds of people smoking weed in surrounding apartment buildings constantly in his nose.

The texture of his shoes, feeling the thread woven together, the rubber sewn on, each little groove in the cheap, wooden floor, the uneven stuffing in the cushions on the sofa making his skin feel so itchy and unclean.

It all made him feel so disgusting to the point that even scrubbing himself clean in the shower wouldn't do anything. All he could do was lie in bed with his special duvet, pillows, bed sheet and stupid, little wolverine plush that Wade got him on days like these.

So, today, he was in bed, curled up in a tight ball hugging his wolverine plushie with the duvet over his head. Wade stood at the door just watching him. There wasn't much he could do apart from comfort Logan - so that's exactly what he went to do.

He walked over, crouching down by the side of the bed, "you doing okay, peanut?" All Wade got was a whine mixed with a grumble. That wasn't a good sign. "Do you want to cuddle? I won't touch you," the thought of having Wade's rough skin against his made his own feel all tingly and heavy but the promise at the end made him reconsider.

In the end, he gave a gentle nod to signal his agreement.

Wade walked over to the closet to grab another comfort pillow before wrapping Logan up like a burrito. He got himself comfortable in bed before placing the pillow on his chest and laying his lover down on top of him.

Grabbing a pillow from the bed - this one was memory foam - he placed it over Logan's ear, blocking some of the sounds coming from outside. This way, everything else was muffled apart from the heart beat that was coming from Wade's chest.

As guilty as The Wolverine felt not wanting to touch his boyfriend, it felt so good to have someone accommodate to his needs - to have someone actually understand and choose to help without being asked first.

It made him feel valued.

His body slowly relaxed the longer he listened to Wade's heartbeat. All he could say in that moment was, "thank you." That's more than he needed to say anyway in Wade's opinion. Just being in his life was enough.

[malecardiolove]

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…"

[chetungwan]

I am once again playing Prey, and being just so normal about it. I'm so so normal. The identity issues and aliens and sibling trauma are not getting to me at all. I didn't go out of my way, yet again, to display that message about the escape pods that isn't even a mission and is only offhandedly mentioned once