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Reviving in ER

i was recently crying about the ending of Mass Effect 3 and wanted to do something quick and silly hehe. The ME series has so much whump potential...

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Part 5

(Non photo version)

Breaking news: It’s been 24 hours after the kidnap victim was last seen with paramedics…

Matt began to feel the weight of his slim body and the pain from his wrists as he hung from them. His vision slowly returned, and he found himself staring at the concrete floor of a dark room. The grogginess lifted as awareness returned. He saw exposed walls and a garage door. Blacked-out windows lined one side. Next to him stood a monitor on a cart, with wires running from it and attached to his chest. The monitor displayed his pulse, slow and steady. Matt closed his eyes, remembering…

Finally safe in the back of the cold ambulance, Matt had felt secure in the hands of the paramedics. Mike looked over Matt’s body and said, “I’m going to give you another exam and check you one more time.” Matt nodded in understanding as Mike brought his gloved hands to Matt’s chest. Mike felt over Matt’s pecs and pinched them softly, then squeezed his nipples and moved down his stomach, pushing against his belly. “You seem to be dehydrated. I’m going to start an IV.” Mike opened Matt’s arm, found a vein, and quickly set up the drip. As Matt looked away, Mike took a syringe and plunged it into the IV line. He watched the liquid flow down the tube and into Matt’s body. It took effect quickly—Matt’s eyes grew dazed. Mike knew he didn’t have long. “You didn’t think you were done, did you?” Mike lowered his mask. Matt’s eyes widened in fear as he tried to move, but his body was already paralyzed. He slumped to one side, his arms going limp and falling off the stretcher as his world went dark.

Matt shook his head, opening his eyes and returning to the present. He hung there for what seemed like an eternity until Mike opened the door and walked in. “Good, you’re awake,” Mike said as he approached. “How are we feeling today?” Matt didn’t respond. Mike checked the electrodes. “These seem good.” He picked up two more, sticking one on Matt’s head and the other at the base of his cock. “I sure hope you can take a lot of this next part,” Mike told him.

Without warning, electricity flowed through Matt’s body. He arched and twitched as the intensity increased by the second.

“I don’t have any more time with you,” Mike said, running his fingertips over Matt’s tense, convulsing body. “It’s time I share you with the world. This will be our last time together.” As he finished speaking, Mike turned off the ECT machine and let Matt hang there. He pressed a button on the wall that released Matt from his bonds. Matt immediately collapsed to the floor.

Surprisingly, Matt quickly got up and made a run for the door Mike had come through. He ripped the wires out of the ECT machine as he raced up the stairs. He found himself inside a typical middle-American house. Bursting through the basement door, Matt spotted the nearest exit and slammed his body against it, fumbling with the lock until he finally got it open. He sprinted into the secluded backyard enclosed by a high wooden fence. He made it only a few more steps before—

Pop!

A loud sound came from behind him, followed by instant pain across his body. Matt’s muscles locked up, and he fell to the grass, his escape ended.

Mike walked over to Matt’s twitching body. “Why did you do that?” he asked. Mike grabbed a syringe and plunged it deep into the side of Matt’s leg. “That won’t happen again.” He pulled the taser dart out. Matt still tried to get up. “Stop,” Mike said, “before you hurt yourself.” Mike came up behind him, wrapped an arm around Matt’s neck, and squeezed. Matt’s hands came up, pulling desperately at Mike’s arm, but his body quickly went limp. Uncontrollable twitches rippled through him as the last movements faded. Once it was done, Mike dragged Matt’s body back inside. “You’re all dirty now. I have to clean your body.”

Mike carried him into the master bathroom and pulled him into the walk-in shower. He turned the water on, wetting Matt’s entire body. Dirt ran off his now-slick skin and down the drain. Mike grabbed a rag and poured a line of liquid soap down the middle of Matt’s chest to his cock. He ran the rag all over Matt’s body, making the skinny frame slick and clean. He checked every crevice, washing Matt by hand and rinsing away all the soap until he was perfectly clean.

Mike took advantage of the moment, sucking on Matt’s nipples and tasting the faint hint of salt as his tongue ran over them. He lifted Matt’s arms, feeling his toned biceps and running his hands through his armpits, then back down his chest to his navel, which was filled with water. Mike pushed a finger in, displacing most of the water, then pressed down one side to make sure the rest escaped. He continued lower to Matt’s perfect cock, slowly pulling on it and inspecting to ensure no soap remained. He took his time, fully throating Matt’s cock and measuring its length with his mouth. He felt it grow as he savored the taste. Mike moaned to himself as Matt’s full length hit the back of his throat. Quickly and without much warning, Matt’s cock exploded, filling Mike’s mouth with warm cum. Mike made sure to leave no mess, then turned the shower off. He removed Matt from the shower, dried his body.

Mike moved him to the bed and displayed his body, stretching Matt’s arms out to his sides and opening his legs to a 45-degree angle.

Just in time, he set his phone on a tripod at the foot of the bed. He started a FaceTime call with a blocked number. As soon as it connected, Matt’s skinny, toned body took center stage. Bidding began immediately. At the top of the screen, a countdown showed 20 seconds remaining. The numbers shot up: $10,000… $100,000… $475,000. Sold.

With that, Mike quickly loaded Matt into the back of a van and drove to the GPS coordinates he had been given for delivery. He left a message on top of Matt’s body: “I hope you enjoy it as much as I did. Congrats.”

Part 5

Breaking news: It’s been 24 hours after the kidnap victim was last seen with paramedics…

Matt began to feel the weight of his slim body and the pain from his wrists as he hung from them. His vision slowly returned, and he found himself staring at the concrete floor of a dark room. The grogginess lifted as awareness returned. He saw exposed walls and a garage door. Blacked-out windows lined one side. Next to him stood a monitor on a cart, with wires running from it and attached to his chest. The monitor displayed his pulse, slow and steady. Matt closed his eyes, remembering…

Finally safe in the back of the cold ambulance, Matt had felt secure in the hands of the paramedics. Mike looked over Matt’s body and said, “I’m going to give you another exam and check you one more time.” Matt nodded in understanding as Mike brought his gloved hands to Matt’s chest. Mike felt over Matt’s pecs and pinched them softly, then squeezed his nipples and moved down his stomach, pushing against his belly. “You seem to be dehydrated. I’m going to start an IV.” Mike opened Matt’s arm, found a vein, and quickly set up the drip. As Matt looked away, Mike took a syringe and plunged it into the IV line. He watched the liquid flow down the tube and into Matt’s body. It took effect quickly—Matt’s eyes grew dazed. Mike knew he didn’t have long. “You didn’t think you were done, did you?” Mike lowered his mask. Matt’s eyes widened in fear as he tried to move, but his body was already paralyzed. He slumped to one side, his arms going limp and falling off the stretcher as his world went dark.

Matt shook his head, opening his eyes and returning to the present. He hung there for what seemed like an eternity until Mike opened the door and walked in. “Good, you’re awake,” Mike said as he approached. “How are we feeling today?” Matt didn’t respond. Mike checked the electrodes. “These seem good.” He picked up two more, sticking one on Matt’s head and the other at the base of his cock. “I sure hope you can take a lot of this next part,” Mike told him.

Without warning, electricity flowed through Matt’s body. He arched and twitched as the intensity increased by the second.

“I don’t have any more time with you,” Mike said, running his fingertips over Matt’s tense, convulsing body. “It’s time I share you with the world. This will be our last time together.” As he finished speaking, Mike turned off the ECT machine and let Matt hang there. He pressed a button on the wall that released Matt from his bonds. Matt immediately collapsed to the floor.

Surprisingly, Matt quickly got up and made a run for the door Mike had come through. He ripped the wires out of the ECT machine as he raced up the stairs. He found himself inside a typical middle-American house. Bursting through the basement door, Matt spotted the nearest exit and slammed his body against it, fumbling with the lock until he finally got it open. He sprinted into the secluded backyard enclosed by a high wooden fence. He made it only a few more steps before—

Pop!

A loud sound came from behind him, followed by instant pain across his body. Matt’s muscles locked up, and he fell to the grass, his escape ended.

Mike walked over to Matt’s twitching body. “Why did you do that?” he asked. Mike grabbed a syringe and plunged it deep into the side of Matt’s leg. “That won’t happen again.” He pulled the taser dart out. Matt still tried to get up. “Stop,” Mike said, “before you hurt yourself.” Mike came up behind him, wrapped an arm around Matt’s neck, and squeezed. Matt’s hands came up, pulling desperately at Mike’s arm, but his body quickly went limp. Uncontrollable twitches rippled through him as the last movements faded. Once it was done, Mike dragged Matt’s body back inside. “You’re all dirty now. I have to clean your body.”

Mike carried him into the master bathroom and pulled him into the walk-in shower. He turned the water on, wetting Matt’s entire body. Dirt ran off his now-slick skin and down the drain. Mike grabbed a rag and poured a line of liquid soap down the middle of Matt’s chest to his cock. He ran the rag all over Matt’s body, making the skinny frame slick and clean. He checked every crevice, washing Matt by hand and rinsing away all the soap until he was perfectly clean.

Mike took advantage of the moment, sucking on Matt’s nipples and tasting the faint hint of salt as his tongue ran over them. He lifted Matt’s arms, feeling his toned biceps and running his hands through his armpits, then back down his chest to his navel, which was filled with water. Mike pushed a finger in, displacing most of the water, then pressed down one side to make sure the rest escaped. He continued lower to Matt’s perfect cock, slowly pulling on it and inspecting to ensure no soap remained. He took his time, fully throating Matt’s cock and measuring its length with his mouth. He felt it grow as he savored the taste. Mike moaned to himself as Matt’s full length hit the back of his throat. Quickly and without much warning, Matt’s cock exploded, filling Mike’s mouth with warm cum. Mike made sure to leave no mess, then turned the shower off. He removed Matt from the shower, dried his body.

Mike moved him to the bed and displayed his body, stretching Matt’s arms out to his sides and opening his legs to a 45-degree angle.

Just in time, he set his phone on a tripod at the foot of the bed. He started a FaceTime call with a blocked number. As soon as it connected, Matt’s skinny, toned body took center stage. Bidding began immediately. At the top of the screen, a countdown showed 20 seconds remaining. The numbers shot up: $10,000… $100,000… $475,000. Sold.

With that, Mike quickly loaded Matt into the back of a van and drove to the GPS coordinates he had been given for delivery. He left a message on top of Matt’s body: “I hope you enjoy it as much as I did. Congrats.”