EStim Accident - Part 1
I'm extremely excited and fortunate to be able to announce that I've not one but two stories coming out over the next few weeks that are done as collabs between myself and a pair of our communities very sexy cardio / resus content creators. This first story, inspired by, starring, and done in collaboration with @resusboi , ended up running so long once I got started that we're going to release it in two parts. So please enjoy part 1 now, a tale of cardiophile pleasure and how it can go wrong and look forward to part 2 in the coming weeks, where we'll find out if our ambulance and ER staff can save this attractive young man from his impending death by cardiac arrest. @resusboi has most graciously agreed to not only appear in the story, but to provide some new photos taken exclusively for these stories, which will be released along with part 2. Enjoy! ============================================
The boy stared down at the gathered pile of sex toys, machines, and other goodies he had assembled on his bed next to his laptop as he considered whether anything was missing. As he stands there above his bed, the boy exudes an undeniable aura of sensual virility. At just 22 years old, he has reached that perfect balance between youthful vigor and matured masculinity. His 5'10" frame is draped in a medium build that hints at athleticism without bulging muscles - a promise of toned strength hidden beneath his smooth soft ivory skin.
His dark brown hair frames his face with an effortless charm, matching his inviting brown eyes. The absence of his shirt accentuates every curve and contour of his body, revealing the soft expanse of his chest unblemished by hair, with only a few light moles and his dark pink nipples to break up the soft ivory expanse across his pecs and down to his belly button. His chest rises and falls in a rhythmic ripple with his slightly hurried anticipatory breathing. His small perky nipples stand at attention in the cold air of his bedroom, painted a darker shade of pink against the canvas of his flawless white skin. Even in the recesses of his armpits, his grooming is impeccable - well-trimmed hair that adds to the allure of his otherwise smooth body and provides an appealing contrast to the soft emptiness of his chest. As your gaze continues southward, his soft but firm belly assures you of the well toned muscle beneath while it invites you to continue, past his belly button, along a tantalizing trail of fuzz that teases, beckoning to be explored as it ducks beneath the top of his jeans towards pleasures unknown.
The acid wash jeans cling seductively to his hips and thighs, sculpting a silhouette both masculine and inviting. The lines of the jeans slide smoothly over his tight ass, tapering down and clinging to his firm slender thighs in a way that leaves little to the imagination. He stands without shoes or socks, his feet bare, grounding him with an unassuming vulnerability that only youth can give. The look somehow exudes seduction, innocence, and deviance all at once, the perfect blend of youthful carnal allure and early maturity - a young man who drips with raw sexual energy yet remains endearingly approachable. His age and build paint a picture of someone just past the cusp of manhood but still holding onto the last vestiges of boyish charm. The hairlessness of his chest, save for that teasing trail leading down towards his hidden treasures, is your first sign of a body both unmarred by age yet prepared and yearning to be explored and to explore others. As he stands there, bathed in the yellow light from his bedroom lamp, every fiber of his being seems to whisper an unspoken invitation, would that you were only there to accept it.
"Oh right, the poppers!", he says aloud to himself before leaving the room only to re-enter a moment later carrying a small nondescript bottle. He gazes down with a satisfied smile, satisfied that he has everything he needs now. He stands beside his bed a moment more, surrounded by an assortment of toys and devices that whisper promises of forbidden pleasures, and then can take it no longer… he reaches for the waistband of his acid wash jeans. His fingers dance across the button, undoing it with a slow deliberate motion that belies the eagerness building inside him. He slides his hand to the zipper, drawing it down with a measured pace that savors every moment of what is to come. As the teeth part, revealing the black fabric of his Calvin Klein briefs beneath, a shiver seems to run through him - the anticipation become physical.
He pushes the jeans down over his hips, letting them fall in a crumpled heap on the floor beneath him, then steps each smooth soled foot out of them. In just his underwear now, he is a picture of raw sensual energy. The black Calvin Kleins hug every curve of his butt with a possessive tightness that seems to mold themselves to his form. His ass fills out the rear of the briefs perfectly - two firm cheeks separated by a thin strip of fabric that leaves little to the imagination. At the front, his package pushes insistently against the material at the fly, an evident tenting that hints at the arousal building within him, a physical pressure he can feel as he thinks about what is to come.
Climbing at last into bed amongst his paraphernalia, he lays on his back and stares up at the ceiling for a moment. His body - a sprawl of sensual potential waiting to be explored and pleasured. From above, his body stretches out like a map of sensations, each contour and curve begging to be touched, tasted, and savored. He lay there, arms and legs apart for a moment, just letting the anticipation settle before moving forward with his evenings activities.
He begins by reaching for the 3-lead EKG lying among his toys, its electrodes still sealed in their packaging, he begins a ritual that he has performed many times before. One by one, removing the backing from each round pad with a deliberate slowness, he places them on his chest with precision. The first electrode finds home high up near his left shoulder, its edge grazing the smooth curve where clavicle meets torso, in the soft valley above his ribcage. The second is placed in a mirrored position on his right side. The final electrode goes beneath his left nipple, about three inches down from its perky tip - positioning that speaks of both practiced precision and erotic intention.
As he attaches each electrode to his body, a look of unmistakable enjoyment crosses his face - a mix of anticipation and raw sensual pleasure. He loves the feeling of the pads on his chest and it shows. The sensation of the lead wires brushing his skin, teasing at his nipples as they swing when he moves draws movement from inside his underwear. The experience of his very heartbeat being monitored, put on display, it's every beat broadcast to anyone who cares to see brings a sense of heat to his mind. His breath catches in short gasp as he turns the machine on and sees the first complex trace across the screen, each following beat seeming to heighten his arousal. He can feel himself growing and pressing harder now against his Calvin Klein's and smiles.
He moves onto the next stage of his ritual, turning his attention to an estim device lying among his belongings. Four square electrodes are attached to it via thin wires, which he applies to his belly in a precise pattern around his navel - creating a frame that accentuates the small patch of hair leading down from it. Again, he finds himself admiring the feeling of having so many electrodes attached to his body as his manhood pushes outward once more. He's full on erect at this point and his nipples are getting noticeably hard. "Perfect" he thinks to himself, as he reaches for his next toy.
From the dwindling pile of unused toys, he picks up two small clips on the end of wires - nipple clamps designed for electrical stimulation. With tender care, he attaches them to his perky nipples, one at a time. As the first closes on his left nipple, the metallic points close over his sensitive flesh with a slight tug that makes him gasp softly at the first, but not last, painful pleasure he'll feel today. The second creates a similar feel that causes him to let out a soft low moan of enjoyment and reach down and rub himself through his underwear as the beeping of his heart rate on the EKG speeds up ever so slightly but noticeably.
With the last of his toys on, he rolls onto his side, reaches for his laptop and opens it, navigating through tabs until he lands on Tumblr - his portal into communities of shared desires and fantasies. The screen casts an ethereal glow across his face as he positions the cursor into the username box and types r-e-s-u-s-b-o-i, tabs over and puts in his password and logs in. He scrolls through images and stories, his eyes searching the mountain of new content from his favorite fetishes. Cardiophilia and electric play images and videos roll by as he scrolls for a few minutes, just enjoying the variety.
Laying here on his side, his chest covered in wires and electrodes, surrounded by devices designed to explore, monitor, and stimulate every inch of his body, he scrolls until he finds something that catches his attention. A new story from a creator he's discovered recently, titled "Fated". He sets up the voice reader on his laptop to read the story out to him and rolls back onto his back.
The resus story plays its narrative about a young man in cardiac arrest and a young doctor who finds him so irresistible he ignores his instincts to pronounce the boy dead and won't give up until he revives him. The eroticism, medical drama, and against the odds outcome create a scene in the boys mind that he wishes to place himself in… his arousal heightens with each passing moment. Soon, he finds himself unable to resist the urge any longer and in an act of surrender to the desires coursing through him like molten lava, his hand finds its way down to his groin, pulling down his briefs with an urgency that speaks to the desperation building inside him. His erection catches the waste band as he pulls them down, levering down with his underwear until finally it breaks free, leaping up and bouncing off his belly to land at attention. The boys uncircumcised cock, like the rest of his body, strikes a beautiful balance. It's size, both girth and length, somehow seeming both large and delicate at once, despite its average size. At this moment, its head a deep pulsating purple that makes clear the arousal coursing through him. His balls are tight and high sitting, one part of him that still speaks in-arguably to his youth. As the fabric of his underwear slides over his knees and down toward his feet, he's too eager to even bother taking them all the way off and leaves them wrapped around his ankles as he moves his hand back up to his groin.
The EKG beeps steadily in the background as he begins to masturbate - its rate ticking up incrementally with each stroke of his hand across the smooth skin of his hardness. 120 beats per minute…125…130. The cadence is relentless, a testament to the turmoil brewing inside him as he seeks release. The boy reaches for the control module of the estim device attached to his belly and nipples, first turning it on and then slowly increasing the intensity with a deft touch that speaks of practice. The shocks coursing through his body are like sparks on dry kindling - igniting a fire that threatens to consume him whole. The tingling and pain in his nipples, the rhythmic contractions of his belly, they only push him further into the zone. Pain and pleasure meld, become indistinguishable as he slides his lubed hand up and down the length of his rock hard cock.
In between these increases in electrical stimulation, he opens the little bottle he fetched and inhales deeply of its contents - the chemical rush slamming into his system like a freight train. His heart rate temporarily skyrockets, the beeping of the EKG sounding almost frantic, as he gazes over to the display to see it reaching just above 180 for a short time. The pounding of his youthful pump against his ribcage with an almost painful intensity is pure ambrosia. He puts his other hand under his left pec to feel it thumping against his palm like a drum. The fast beating is intoxicating - every pulse throbbing through his body like a jolt of hot lightning. The rapid beats of his cardiophile heart drawing him deeper into his pleasure until it becomes almost unbearable. His erection is so strong at this point it almost hurts. He moans softly with each inhalation, his breath coming in short ragged gasps brought on by the ecstasy writhing inside him.
Over the beeping of the EKG, he hears the story reach what he thinks is a conclusion… "The ECG beeped it's sinus tone steadily as Jason's heart beat once more. He began to recover, and I listened intently with my stethoscope, confirming that he'd gone back into sinus rhythm and was breathing on his own." The boy moaned with pleasure as the thought of successfully resuscitating another person, restarting another young mans heart nearly made him cum right then and there. But he managed to hold back the growing tide a while longer and continued his self-pleasure.
The beeping tone of the EKG continued to climb higher still…150…160…170 steadily now. The boy was now consumed by his own love-making, his breaths coming in fast, short gasps, his moaning now loud and frequent. By now, the story, which he did not know would continue after the resus, had reached a place where the doctor and his patient are about to make love. The boy imagines himself in the story as the doctor, about to climb into bed with a man whose heart beats now only because of him. The tones from the EKG run even faster yet as the voice on his computer describes the doctor lifting his patients legs and slowly entering his patient, a staccato rhythm that underscores the rising tide of the boys pleasure and the urgency of his need for release.
The boy began thrusting in rhythm to the shocks from his e-stim as he listened to the description of their love making until the voice playing from his laptop arrived at the moment the doctor and his patient both found release… and without warning, so too did the boy - tipping over the edge of ecstasy with no way back, he felt that familiar surge of pleasure rising up. His hand begins moving slower over his cock now, drawing out the pleasure until it becomes almost agony.
The moment comes suddenly, explosively - a tidal wave of sensation that crashes over him like a tide breaking on the shore. He can feel it coming, there's no turning back now he knows, but he tries to hold out anyway. His leg muscles tense, he thrusts forward, gripping his pulsing cock hard as he tries to hold back the torrential cum he knows is about to happen. Blood rushes in his ears and his heart pounds in his chest as he writhes and bucks in ecstasy. He fights back against it as long as he can, seeking to make this moment last as long as possible. His whole body is wracked with pleasurable shivers and involuntary jerks.
It is during one of these that his elbow accidentally smashes into the estim controller and suddenly a sharp pain hits him so hard it nearly breaks him out of his rising orgasm. The device has gone to (or maybe above?) the max. His nipples, which were tingling and slightly burning are now leaping as the shocks are so strong they cause his pecs to contract and jump. His belly likewise is undergoing massive contractions, his abs contracting hard enough to show through the otherwise gentle softness of his belly.
He considers for a split second what to do. The device is supposed to be safe even on the highest setting though and so he decides to ride it out; after all he's literally already in the middle of the greatest orgasm of his life. This orgasm is hitting him almost as hard as the shocks are and with that thought, the boy is suddenly blissfully back to writhing and bucking, half from pleasure, half from pain (and not a little bit from uncontrollable muscle contractions). By the time he actually cums, he's practically seizing from the shocks and takes his hand from his penis to try to find the control box for the estim, lost in his in his now disheveled bedding. But just as he does, his release arrives unexpectedly. His feet curl, wrinkling his smooth soft soles, as his legs, arms, and chest all arch uncontrollably, lifting the boy's torso off his bed, pressing his chest and cock forward. Cum sprays out in thick, heavy rivulets in rhythm with the beat of his heart - his seed spraying everywhere as his rock hard member bounces around uncontrollably from his ongoing muscle spasms. His hands are still searching for the estim device to turn it off when he feels a warm sensation speckle his chest, stomach, and legs as his massive load is distributed all over him and the bed. It's almost a minute later when the last wave of the orgasm finally breaks, his body half-relaxes, settling back to the bed. His toes uncurl, smoothing the soles of his feet, which still bounce to and fro to the rhythm of the estim.
At last he finds the estim box and pulls the plug. His abs and pecs are wrecked, and are going to hurt like hell tomorrow, but his train of thought leaves his muscles almost immediately, pulled away by something more urgent… as he unplugs the estim cable from the unresponsive control box, he notes the sound in the room, now rather quiet… the voice has stopped as the story finished a few minutes ago and the only sound left in the room is his heavy breathing and the rapid beeping of the EKG. Too rapid… his gaze passes over the EKG screen. Pleasure is immediately replaced with concern, as his conscious mind realizes what his subconscious has been screaming at him for the last few seconds. Whether caused by the estim malfunction, the poppers, the orgasm, or all of the above, he doesn't know why but the EKG reveals that his heart is actually in VTAC, the familiar wobble-spike-wobble of his sinus rhythm replaced by a rapid series of sharp spikes with no wobbles around them. He throws his hand to his neck to reinforce to him what he already knows (because he's still conscious), that he still has a pulse, in an effort to calm himself down. But he's panicking and the normally calming feeling of his carotid does nothing to slow the freight train of panic bearing down on him.
He grabs the phone off the bed next to him and dials emergency services because something doesn't feel right, he has an impending sense of doom that he can't quite understand. He gets out but a few words about his situation, mentioning that he is having a cardiac episode, before darkness starts to creep in around the edges of his eyes as his VTAC becomes pulseless and he passes out. The last thing he hears is the operator tell him that the ambulance is on the way before a loud ringing drowns them out and consciousness starts to leave him, his breathing slowing and then ceasing. He's facing the monitor as it happens, his fear driven focus staring intently until his gaze suddenly becomes unfocused, his pupils which had been almost pinpoint from the adrenaline and fear suddenly dilate until they fill basically his entire iris, and his mouth goes slack. His open eyes, those once brown pools, now stare unseeing through dilated pupils that all but hide his irises, not at the EKG monitor but somewhere past it in the middle distance, as the consistent uniform spikes of VTAC begin to vary in size and shape as his heart starts to fibrillate. And there he lay in the bed, still covered in all of his sex toys and monitoring equipment, head rolled sideways towards a monitor taunting him with his own cardiac arrest, cum still clinging to his chest, stomach, and legs, his now soft penis still dripping onto his belly where it settled, his underwear still looped around his ankles, when the EMT's entered the room…
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