Resusboi

Part 2

He here’s footsteps behind him.

I approach his back with a chloro filled rag in hand. I see the boy’s carotid artery pulsing away on the side of his neck. I slowly bring my rag up and cover his face. He begins to fight but quickly sub-comes. I drag the boy’s limp body and drop him on the other side of the room.

“I don’t have time for you”

I turn my attention back to my victim. I bring the cleaning cart into the room. I gather his things throwing them into the bottom of the bin. I then pick his limp body up and place him inside the bin covering his body with towels as Iclose the lid.

I quickly leave the room with him and make my way to the back exit. Halfway there I notice the bin begin to move as I pass by other students. I quickly see a storage closet. I slip inside and quickly open the top. I give him another dose of the rag and he quickly goes quiet again. I go back out to the rear exit to my van. I open the back double doors keeping him out of view from any prying eyes. I then quickly lift his body into the back of the van and close the doors.

In the back of the van I have 4 restraints bolted to the floor of the van. I look over his limp body again wanting to start my experiments with him right now but I must wait. I quickly prepare him. I pull his jeans off pulling them by the ends. I watch as I see his lower half be shown off for the first time. I see a wallet fall from his jeans, opening it I see his picture, “ah Matt such as good name”. I quickly take each of Matt’s arms and secure them.

I then do the same to each leg. I take a monitor that is sitting on the side of the van out and turn it on. I take the electrodes and place two above Matts nipples on his chest, two on his abdomen and two more on his lower abdomen.

I feel over his chest as I can’t help but marvel at his toned slim body. I quickly pinch Matt’s nipples before returning to the drivers seat and driving off leaving the library behind.

A short 20 minute drive later brings us back to an old secluded vet . I pull up behind the old abandoned vet building to the back door. I walk in and turn the lights on in the exam room. I take a wheeled metal table that I had waiting and brought it back to the van. I open the back doors and find Matt beginning to stir. I quickly jump in releasing Matt from the van. I move Matt’s still limp body onto the cold metal table. I again restrain his hands and legs to the table as he begins to wake up. I start pushing the table into the building as Matt’s eyes open and begin to look around.

“I’m glad your awake for this if you don’t fight to much you will not be hurt”

As Matt lays on the exam table his skin becomes covered in goose bumps from the cold. I watch as his nipples turn rock hard. I push past one door bringing Matt into the exam room.

I push him to one side where there is a wall with a large light. I place him directly under it and switch it on. Matt’s pale body shines in the light. The electrodes that are still attached to his body are replug into a monitor that sits next to him on a table. I look next to the monitor as I see all my tools laid out for me to use. I turn back to Matt.

“Ok I have some experiments to do but first I need a very good exam”

I start at his neck and go down his body. I have a clip board and measuring instruments. I log down his height, I ask his weight. I then measure Matt’s arms and chest. I then get more specific and take his nipples in my fingers feeling them. I measure each one. I next move down I take Matt’s briefs in my hand, he tries to pull away but his body cannot move far. I pull them down exposing your hairless body. I take your cock in my hand and measure. I then cup each ball “very nice” as I continue measuring his legs and feet I notice as I touch his naked body his cock begins to twitch and grow.

“Do you like what I’m doing”I ask. I don’t wait for a response I slowly stroke Matt’s cock as it becomes very hard in my hand. “This should make the next part very fun”

I turn the monitor on that is hooked up to his body. “This is an ect machine, it will give your body shocks as I turn the nob” I waist no time and take a hold of the knob. I turn it to 100j and watch as his body tenses and shakes slightly, his body arch’s barely off the table. Instead of giving Matt’s body a break I just turn the knob more increasing it all the way up to 1000. Matt’s body immediately begins to violently convulse I watch as his body shakes uncontrollably his eyes roll back into his head as I watch extremely turned on, “yes yes take it”………

A warning for everyone with poppers, and for everyone who is thinking about it. I want to also clarify that I was stupidly unaware and Very irresponsable of its use.

Yesterday, I almost died. I spent the day on the hospital. Poppers CAN CAUSE BLOOD POISONING. And I was not aware of this, nor anything left me know.

Poppers can be used responsibly, of course, but know that it Does affect your blood. Unlike what information out there made me think it didn’t.

I’m someone who’s very afraid of pain, suffering, and death. I don’t have any self harming tendencies, nor depreciative mindset, nor self destructive bad habits per say. Before ever taking poppers I was afraid this could be dangerous, so I read into it and everything led me to think they were safe, that they had No consecuence whatsoever except the vasodilation.

Yesterday I inhaled quite some of a new popper I was gifted in my birthday from an Online page. I inhaled past the signs of dizziness, which I had gotten desensitizes too by always being a bit dizzy (unrelated to poppers).

I had to go to school and I was very, Very dizzy. Couldn’t even walk. But I struggled and did.

When I arrived, my friend pointed out that my lips were blue, and I was beyond pale. My nails were blue and pale too, cold as well. I was dizzy even In my seat, and it wouldn’t go away. Afterwards, I turned yellow and pale, colourless. I got taken to the hospital and, indeed, my blood was poisoned.

I had a dangerously low level of oxigen in my blood. And if I had spent more time like that, it would have reached to affect my heart and brain permanently.

I could have died if I didn’t decide to go to school, cause, sadly, the plan was to stay and keep going, unaware that the dizziness was serious. I would have died in my room.

Obviously at the hospital I had to say what I took, and it had to be in front of people I cared for. Everyone is now mad and angry at me, thinking I tried to kill myself when it wasn’t the case. I feel very misunderstood but honestly I deserve it for being irresponsable, and for promising I would never take poppers to them and breaking the promes.

WHAT POPPERS DID TO ALMOST KILL ME: it substitutes the hemoglobin from your blood for metahemoglobina. The more inhalations you take, the more hemoglobin you start losing, which is what transports the oxigen in your blood, and what causes the speeding of the heart trying to compensate for the lack of it. The less oxigen there is In your blood, the less oxigen reached to ALL your organs, not only your heart. And if an important Los of oxigen prolonged for to long exposed the brain, you can be wounded forever.

I don’t want people to think poppers are harmless and safe, and I don’t want people here desensitizing about this. Because it almost got me killed for getting too used of it. Please, be careful and if you can, avoid them.

On another hand, I did record a heartbeat audio while when I was at my worst loss of oxigen when I was still not aware what I got myself into, since it was beating very vast at rest. I’ll think about posting it maybe. I’ll think about it, since honestly right now I’m depressed.

But again, this is mostly my fault, and I bet people out there are more responsible. But I’m only saying this because if I knew what I learned yesterday, I would have never taken poppers, and I would have never developed a craving for it when wanting my heart speed up.

I was too naive, and I don’t want people to miss this information if they need it to Not take poppers.

I was never quite satisfied with how I finished Cold Shock in the original post, so I decided to revisit it and, wow... it was a learning experience. I hope you enjoy reading about my beloved Austin and Kieran as much as I enjoyed creating them; hopefully I've finally done them justice.

(This short begins immediately after the final part of the original series, I'd recommend reading back through it to understand the context!!)

"Shh, it's ok baby… it's ok." Austin's voice was hoarse and unsteady as he tightly held his boyfriend against his chest, one hand delicately cradling the back of his head.

Each feeble breath was accompanied by a muted gurgle, speckles of lukewarm water landing against his neck. Austin gently untangled the wires snaking up Kieran's bare torso, one hand moving in slow circles against the boy's clammy back. He subconsciously grumbled as each feather-light pass sent goosebumps radiating across his skin. Noticing the strained sounds, Austin smoothly adjusted his grip, easing him down until his head rested limply on the bed. Fluid dripped from blueish lips, pooling on the cushion. He carefully shifted his head, the skin along his neck pulling taught and his mouth falling open.

"Breathe, breathe, in and out… c'mon." Austin used his forearm to wipe Kieran's face. Each exhausted exhalation settled droplets on his lips.

A curled fist raked down bruised ribs; a pained whimper slipped from his mouth. As he leaned over him, Austin stared into his half-lidded porcelain eyes. He searched for any response, begging for a sign that Kieran was here with him. He was met with a pitiful cough, Kieran's body tensing with ragged breaths. A relieved grin found Austin's lips as the reassuring words continued to spill out, his chest shallowly fluttering beneath his palm. Austin knew Kieran was hurting. Aching ribs send lightning burning through his chest with each stuttering breath, bright enough to dull the world, fading into peaceful nothing. The moments between breaths became intoxicating, the jagged pain softened and slipped away. He inhaled fire; the exhale bringing a numbing chill.

Inhale. Just a second more…

Inhale. The fog thickened…

Inhale.

…

Austin took control. His lips collided with Kieran's, coaxing air into his drowned lungs and ballooning his pale cheeks, pain searing into the mist that suffocated his mind. A desperate whimper escaped the seal as his boyfriend's oxygen repeatedly violated his lungs.

"You need to breath baby, you can do it." Austin half grinned as Kieran squirmed beneath him, mumbling between each forced breath. Agony ignited his brain once again and brought with it a new sense of reality. The fog, as it was torn away, revealed familiar sensations. The sharp, antiseptic invasion of his nose. The glare of cold lights assaulting his vision. The feeling of warm lips against his. He blinked once. Twice.

His body lurched; each coarse bark that tore free sent stiff convulsions rocketing down his limbs. Austin's palm found the space between Kieran's shoulder blades and struck, struck again, and then Kieran gasped. His chest jerked. Air rattled in. His brain devoured the oxygen and he fought for control. Meanwhile, his heart pounded and each visible contraction radiated tremors down his body, hammering in his head. Austin caught the rapid thrumming with his thumb; the stumbling rhythm fought against his skin with a renewed ferocity.

"There you are, good boy Kieran." His fingers twisted around damp curls, his grip safe and absolute. Austin delicately lifted Kieran's chin, meeting his glassy-but-focused eyes. The growing life within intensified, and pride flooded his thoughts.

Dr Jack performes cpr on a dying Fin.

thanks to a lovely suggestion by @acardiophileblog a new method to sniff has been unlocked, and it's so intense (sock method) this was during a share with the lovely @heart-hunting :3

10 lead session with 23 old girl.

like i promised- here is my heart as I hold my jungle juice to my nose >:3

So, the rescuer covers the victim in as many layers as they can take off of their own body and curls up with them to warm them up, maybe slipping an arm under the victim’s shirt in the hopes that a hand on their chest will help. They can feel the victim’s weak, sluggish heartbeat like that, how it stumbles and pauses for far too long before the next feeble beat comes. Their breathing is too shallow and their lips are turning blue, so the rescuer starts mouth to mouth, praying their warm breath will keep the victim alive long enough to recover.

It feels like it’s too late, but they can’t give up. The phrase they’re not dead until they’re warm and dead rings in their mind as the victim loses what’s left of their consciousness. By the time help arrives, they’re pulseless with the rescuer desperately performing CPR on a heart that’s too cold to beat until the professionals can take over.

The rewarming process is agonizingly slow, and the rescuer can’t do anything except watch a machine circulate and warm the victim’s blood for them while their heart is just…still. But eventually the color returns to their cheeks and they’re approaching a normal body temperature, and only then can the doctors really start trying to get a heartbeat back with CPR and defib.