#seizure

The goal of this account is to spread seizure awareness, education, ableism/discrimination of them.

This has been long delayed in coming, mostly thanks to tumblr being totally uncooperative with my attempts to upload as well as a shadow ban. So, here, without additional delay, is the second half to the collaborative story with @skinnyboyresus, Insidious Drug Trial. Skinnyboyresus helped to steer the writing of this and many of the scenarios therein come directly from him, and in addition he had provided a number of very hot videos and pics ranging from full nude to relatively SFW. Unfortunately, despite multiple attempts to upload and being properly tagged, all attempts to upload with any pics/vids kept getting flagged and hidden. So I am posting the story text only. @Skinnyboyresus can then post any pics/vids he likes to accompany it to his own account, maybe he will have better luck. Trigger warnings for dark cardiophilia, failed resus, and sexual encounter with a consenting but incapacitated patient. So, without further ado….

Matt returned to the oddly located clinic Monday morning at 9am, as agreed upon during his phone call earlier in the week. As the door swung closed behind Matt, he was suprised to be greeted not by the receptionist, who he noted was absent behind the desk up front today, but by a young male doctor - tall and lean with short brown hair and piercing blue eyes that sparkled with warmth when he smiled, which he did immediately upon seeing Matt enter.

"Hi there, I'm Dr. Jason Marden," the doctor said extending his hand for a hand shake. "Please, call me Jason." Matt took his hand and shook it. His hands were soft and warm, like his smile, and Matt felt an immediate sense of that warmth wash over him, heat sweeping across his arms, chest, and face… some due to Jason's friendly demeanor - a stark contrast to the stone cold Nurse Lisa from before and undoubtedly some due to his fine features. A slight twitch in his gym shorts left no doubt with Matt that he was much happier with this clinician than the last. Matt smiled and introduced himself, then followed the doctor down the hall and into a room on the left, different from those he visited last time.

The room was small, dominated by a single medical table in its center encompassed by medical equipment all around, like an island of green vinyl surrounded by a sea of machinery. The large amount of equipment and monitors cast a blue glow over everything. The rest of the room was plain and unadorned, save one entire wall, which was covered floor to ceiling in a giant mirror - a full size duplicate of the entire room gazed back at him as his eye roamed across the oddly placed glassy expanse. Matt went and stood over by the gurney as he awaited instructions.

Jason grabbed a clipboard and, after confirming Matt's identifying details and ensuring he was in the right place, explained what was to happen for the trial - he would give Matt a dose of an experimental drug through an IV-line. It should ideally have no negative effects and for his part, Matt would mostly lie there for the next 8 hours while being monitored for any adverse effects, though he would also be asked to do some exercise and other activities intermittently. Matt realized he had never actually been told what the drug was and inquired what it was supposed to do. "It's a new type of cardiac drug aimed at stabilizing heart rhythm when the heart is acting up. You are part of the baseline group, that is people with no heart issues already in a normal rhythm… since your rhythm is already stable, we expect it shouldn't have much affect on you, but that is why the extensive monitoring, so we can be sure of all its effects on someone who isn't currently having heart problems. If you are still ok with participating in this trial, we can go ahead and get ready, I'll need to ask you to strip completely nude for this." Jason said.

Matt's face got a little flush at the thought of stripping in front the attractive doctor, a bright red hue forming on his cheek and across his lips that he hoped Jason did not notice. He brought his hand to his face and rubbed along his moustache under his nose like he had an itch, trying to hide the momentary color change. Once he had a moment to adjust and was satisfied he wasn't lit up like a tomato, Matt began to undress, starting with his shirt. He slowly lifted it over his head, revealing again the soft, milky white skin of his chest and toned muscles of his abdomen, their taper into a V leading your eyes down to his gym shorts, that hung just a bit lower on his hips. He felt his nipples harden in the cold air and dimples form across his arms as he tossed the garment aside. "Sorry about the cold, I'll see about turning the temperature up in a minute", Jason said, indicating his gaze was intently examining Matt's body to have noticed the subtle change. This further aroused Matt and he continued on stripping, though he worried now he would have to explain a now growing erection soon.

Next came Matt's shoes and socks. He slipped off the sneakers and then pulled each of the white socks from the toe until they slid off his foot - Matt's feet were soft and smooth, his size 10 feet not small per say, but slightly smaller and more delicate seeming than his long legs would lead you to expect. He flexed his toes, now free of the socks, and his soles wrinkled in response. He glanced up to see Jason watching him intently again. He couldn't be sure if Jason's gaze on his body was just a bit too intent for professionalism, or if that was just wishful thinking on his own part.

Matt slid his thumbs under the waistbands of both his gym shorts and boxers and slowly pulled both down together. As they slid down his waist, his cock was revealed, it's semi-firm shaft slowly came into view. Perfectly groomed, not a single hair to be found on or nearby his penis or balls, he hung semi-flaccid in the cold air now, his slight nervousness paired with the little bit of arousal looking at the young doctor giving him just enough firmness to avoid shrinking in the cold air but thankfully not so hard that he had to be embarrassed. Regardless, Matt could hear his heart starting to pound in his ears, the excitement and nervousness of being naked with another man now raising his blood pressure, he could feel his shaft bobbing ever so slightly with each beat and he didn't know it but Dr Jason could see one large vein on the right underside of his shaft pulsed slightly with his heartbeat. Matt continued downwards with the gym shorts along his tall slender legs, the soft fine hair on them doing little to combat the cold, until they reached his ankles and he stepped out of the underwear and set them aside.

Matt looked towards the doctor, catching what he thought was a hint of flush in the doctor's cheeks just below his blue eyes that mirrored the slight blush Matt undoubtedly had right now, as Dr Jason gestured toward the gurney. "Thank you. Please, lie down and make yourself as comfortable as you can while I start to attach the monitors. Let me know if I need to adjust the room temperature or get you anything else." Matt climbed onto the bed, feeling the cool vinyl beneath him as he settled into position laying on the table.

Jason began hooking him up to various machines as soon as he was still - starting with 12 lead EKG electrodes. Slowly he placed each of the twelve leads, two up near to his shoulders, two on either side of his sternum slightly lower, and two down on the sides of his belly. Then came the four that formed a belt snaking around his left pec, outlining the exterior of his heart. Jason rubbed back and forth as he placed each one, the cold sticky gel on each attached like leeches to his chest, their leads once more setting with that surprising weight on his chest as they were attached to the electrodes. Unlike last time, yet more electrodes were soon attached to Matt, a series of smaller ones attached in a line across his forehead from one temple to the other; the EEG he realized, to monitor his brain activity. Just as in the pre-screen appointment, Matt found himself further turned on by the feeling, both of the soft but sticky leads and by the monitors tracking his every vital function. He tried his best to keep himself from getting wrapped up in the feeling, lest his already awkward half-chub become a full on erection. If Jason noticed, he was careful to be professional about it, though Matt though he caught him staring at him more than once. Again, perhaps just wishful thinking he told himself.

A pulse oximeter was snapped onto Matt's finger next - its flexible plastic lining pushing onto his skin with an insistent pressure that made him feel oddly secure. Jason then warned Matt he was going to hook him up to an IV, before he inserted a needle into Matt's arm - Jason was talented with a needle, it slid in smoothly, barely causing a pinch and found its target the first time, which for Matt wasn't always the case. As Jason finished securing the line to Matt's arm, he patted Matt's shoulder reassuringly and asked if everything felt okay. Matt smiled and nodded in the affirmative, enjoying the warm touch of Jason's hand against his skin. The doctor smiled back (was that just a friendly smile or something more Matt wondered?), before stepping back to finish preparing for the trial.

Feeling more at ease than before, due both to Jason's friendly demeanor and because he knew what to expect now, Matt decided to let his guard down a bit and try to indulge himself. He spoke up as the doctor turned away, "Actually, would it be possible for you to turn the monitors just a bit so I can see them too? I'm kind of fascinated by watching these kinds of things, plus it would make me feel more comfortable," he said blushing as he felt himself get harder at the thought, a reaction he knew was coming but had hoped to suppress. Jason smiled (definitely more than just a friendly smile this time, thought Matt) and raised his eyebrows in amusement before responding "Just want to see that I'm telling you the truth when I say you are doing fine? It's totally understandable to be nervous." He joked and re-assured Matt. Before Matt could answer, Jason went on, "No need to answer, either way, I will happily arrange that." He walked over to Matt's side and started adjusting things so that all the monitors were easily visible from where Matt was lying if he just looked to his right.

"Alright, if you are ready, then we can proceed to the trial. Before we do, there is one last monitor we will use, which is a CO2 sensor, but out of an abundance of caution, the procedure for this trial is to intubate you and place the sensor with the ET Tube. I'm going to give you something that will knock you out for a couple minutes while I insert the tube, when you wake up you will still breath on your own, but you will have a tube inserted and a holder attached to your face. It will be awkward and probably a bit uncomfortable, but I can remove the tube as soon as we are sure you aren't having any severe adverse reaction to the medicine. Is it ok to continue?" he asked. Matt nodded and Jason injected something into his IV line before leaning forward over Matt to prepare for the procedure. Matt was thinking how Dr Jason smelled nice just as Matt's vision went dark. Jason went about inserting an endotracheal tube into Matt's throat, sliding the slender tube down his throat and securing it with the velcro tube holder and then verified that Matt was still breathing on his own before he waited for Matt to awaken.

As Matt woke back up, he felt a wave of panic wash over him - for a brief moment, he did not remember where he was and there was a tube in his mouth that made it difficult to talk very well and his first instinct was to panic at the intrusion into his throat. But then there was a warm hand on his shoulder and Jason gave a reassuring pat whilst he reminded Matt that he was just intubated temporarily. This calmed Matt and with that, they were now ready to start the trial. Jason began turning to start administering the medication through Matt's IV-line…

Meanwhile, in the room next door…

Dr. Jenkins and Mr. Edwards stood behind the two-way mirror in the viewing room, gazing out at the two men unaware of their presence in the medical bay next door. They looked out at the naked Matt, lying on the gurney covered seemingly head to toe in wires and tubes and the young Dr. Jason in the procedure room, turning with the syringe in hand, about to administer the trial drug to his patient.

"So, let me get this straight Jenkins," Mr. Edwards said, his eyes fixed on the young man lying on the gurney, "neither one of them knows that in that syringe is your toxin and injecting the boy is going to give him a fatal heart attack?" Dr. Jenkins nodded solemnly. He didn't like this part, but sacrifices had to be made for progress. Jonas Salk had infected children with Polio in his efforts to cure them after all. He wasn't curing Polio, but the tools he was creating could be used to prevent a lot of bloodshed, at least that is what he told himself as he cashed his checks. "Essentially, yes. They both believe they are participants in a drug trial for a new anti-arrhythmic medication. But in fact, as you know, this is the final test of the new assassin's tool you ordered." Mr. Edwards chuckled in a way that even the morally distanced Dr Jenkins found unsettling. Jenkins made no qualms about it, he was a coldly logical scientist, comfortable with sacrifice in the name of that science, but he was no sadist. Apparently, the squat fat little investor before him was though. "So how does it work exactly? What am I about to see?" inquired Mr. Edwards, the question dripping with more sinister enjoyment.

"The molecule has a very unique shape and binds with oxygen in such a way that it can't be taken up by heart tissue very well. However, we've engineered the shape very specifically so that uptake by other tissues is not hindered." replied Dr. Jenkins. "The molecule makes it so that the heart can't get enough oxygen, so it becomes ischemic as oxygen is denied to it, which causes heart damage. Eventually, the nerves and muscles of the heart begin to malfunction and heart rhythm rapidly devolves into an arrythmia, leading ultimately to cardiac arrest and death. All this happens without leaving any notable impact to other tissues, just as we would see in any other sudden cardiac arrest. This ensures that the damage perfectly mimics a sudden cardiac death in symptoms, presentation, and autopsy." Mr. Edwards thought for a minute and followed up, "But if there are no blockages when they are autopsied, won't there be suspicion?" Dr. Jenkins expected this question and was prepared with his answer, "No, sudden cardiac arrest can be caused by a number of different things, and blockage/heart attack are only one… there are many causes including even transient arterial spasms, which can occur even in a complete absence of structural abnormalities or other risk factors and essentially mean that sometimes in autopsy you can only find that the heart stopped and not why. It'll be ruled sudden cardiac death of unknown origin."

Mr. Edwards seemed satisfied with this answer but then something clearly occurred to him and he asked, "What about side effects? Remnants of the drug? Anything anyone can identify?"

Dr. Jenkins had hoped the little fat man would be too dumb to ask this question and he hesitated a moment before letting out a sigh and sharing that there was in fact an unforeseen consequence of their toxin. "The drug itself breaks down into components commonly found in the blood and does so rapidly in the absence of new oxygen molecules to bind to, so once death occurs, it cleans itself up rapidly. As far as side effects, there is only one and it won't be an issue. We've seen instances of Resuscitation Induced Consciousness," he said quickly and in a tone meant to diminish, "where subjects exhibit apparent awareness, movement or even attempt to talk despite being in full cardiac arrest. Their hearts are not beating and they are clinically dead, but the resuscitative efforts of CPR are enough to provide oxygen to the brain despite the lack of a heartbeat. In the coarse of a normal resuscitation, it's rare but happens occasionally. In our case though, it's actually quite common with the toxin as the very same unique shape that makes it difficult for the heart to take up the oxygen ironically increases the bio-availability of it to nerve tissue. We were unable to achieve the desired effect on the heart without this side effect." He quickly added on to that "The heart remains unable to take up oxygen despite this and the cardiac tissue dies. As such, eventually even the most dedicated resuscitation team will cease efforts if a heart refuses to beat. Once resuscitation efforts inevitably cease in the absence of a return of heart activity, the brain will die shortly after". Mr. Edwards only grunted and nodded as he turned his gaze back into the room with the young doctor and his nude young patient, watching as Jason prepared to unknowingly seal the fate of the young man.

Dr. Jenkins watched eagerly too, hoping to see his efforts from the last 12 months finally complete. His nervousness was understandable. This current test was considered a worst-case scenario and a final proof of effectiveness. They had selected Matt due to the combination of his young age, excellent cardiac health, and lack of other issues. He would be as resilient against the toxin as anyone could be and he would receive immediate and full care from Dr. Jason, who was a specialist with experience in emergency medicine despite his own young age. Dr. Jason was unaware of the real purpose of the trial, ensuring resuscitation efforts weren't compromised by knowledge of the hopelessness of Matt's situation. This would be the final proof that he had made the perfect killing drug. The two men watched on darkly as the fatal drug was administered…

Dr. Jason slowly inserted the syringe into Matt's IV-line, "Alright," he said, "I'm going to administer the medication now. I want you to describe any sensations you experience as a result of the drug to me right away. It will be hard to talk with the ET Tube but you should be able to get enough out that I can piece it together."

Matt nodded and watched as Dr. Jason pressed down on the plunger, slowly injecting the drug into his bloodstream. Aside from a slightly cold feeling in his arm where the drug entered his system, he felt nothing. A couple minutes passed and Matt felt no different. He was about to breath out a proverbial sigh of relief at the thought that the test was going to be easy and smooth when he noticed that the machines monitoring him were picking up something changing, as the beeping of his heart rate on the EKG increased in speed notably. His heart rate had gone from the low 70's to just over 100 in the last couple minutes despite him laying totally still on the gurney.

"I don't feel anything different so far," Matt tried to mumble as best he could against the tube, "but my heart rate seems to be going way up." It was a garbled mess and it kind of hurt to try to talk with the tube in his throat. He wasn't sure how much Dr. Jason actually understood, but no sooner than he finished trying to talk, Matt started to feel a tingling in his chest, a light pins and needles feeling like when you arm falls asleep which then somewhat rapidly progressed to a dull ache, along with a feeling like he was out of breath, like he'd just finished going up a couple flights of stairs. His entire body began to feel cold as his heart rate became more erratic. As the next pair of minutes passed, Matt began to feel more out of breath despite his sedentary position on the gurney. His heart was racing now and a cold sweat broke across his entire body - small beads forming on his smooth chest among the electrodes attached there before rolling down his torso onto the gurney. His whole body quickly shone with a thin layer of cold sweat and he began to feel sick to his stomach. Dr. Jason checked Matt's femoral pulse by placing two fingers against his inner thigh just next to his manhood.

Feeling him pressing on his thigh, Matt tried to ask Dr. Jason "Do you feel that?", while trying to point to his chest but his arm was not moving quite right and he couldn't get it up off the table more than a couple of inches. "It feels like my heart is going crazy." Matt garbled. Dr. Jason replied, "Your pulse is thready and tachycardic," more to himself than Matt before putting the ear pieces of his stethoscope in his ears and pressing the cold chest piece against various places on Matt's torso, listening intently to the sound of his heart and lungs. What he heard, Matt couldn't say, but the furrow developing on his brow didn't make Matt feel better.

As Dr. Jason continued listening, Matt felt his chest suddenly clamp down, like someone had a belt wrapped around his chest and was now tightening it - crushing his lungs until it was hard for him to expand them. The pain made him gasp as he struggled for air. His EKG continued its wild display - PVCs and ectopic beats fired off from everywhere at this point with long periods of time where there were no heartbeats between them, only premature contractions or stray atrial firings with no ventricular response. For the first time today, fear truly settled in on Matt and he began to question his choice not to listen to the little voice that told him not to come back.

"Help me, I don't want to die!" Matt suddenly gasped to Dr. Jason, his voice trembling. Dr. Jason's face twisted with concern as he stepped back from the gurney, "I'm going to stop the trial, and we're going to get you stabilized, just hang in there Matt, I've got you." he said to Matt. He wheeled a cart over, the crash cart Matt realized, and pulled out two medications - Amiodarone to try to stabilize Matt's heart rhythm and another medication used for its effects on blood pressure, as Matt's was starting to drop as the squeeze force of his heart lessened. He inserted both into Matt's IV-line before beginning to push fluids in as fast as possible, all while holding Matt's hand with his other hand. "Just hang in there," Dr. Jason said softly, "The medicine should start to help soon."

Matt watched the EKG monitor with fear growing in his gut like a tumor - his rapid heart rhythm made a sudden change to a rapid series of single spikes. The lub-dub of his heartbeat pounding in his ears turned into a non-stop run of singlets, lub-lub-lub-lub-lub-lub - a fast-paced stilted rhythm that felt like it would shatter at any second. He had converted from sinus rhythm into ventricular tachycardia. He knew enough from his sexual interests in the heart to know that wasn't good. But he took a small amount of solace in knowing that the fact that he could still feel the rapid rhythm pounding in his head meant that it was still generating a pulse. Fear took over and Matt became lost in terror as this rapid pounding went on for what seemed like forever to Matt, though it was only a bit over a minute before his heart function changed again, going from bad to worse. Matt was shaken from his terror fueled stupor when the rapid pounding suddenly stopped, replaced by ominous silence. Matt's eyes shot over to the EKG monitor but he could still see the rapid sawtooth pattern, unchanged in the last couple minutes. At first, he felt relieved but then his stomach sank as Matt realized this meant that he had lost his pulse… Matt experienced something in this moment that very few ever do, as he realized consciously, in real time, that he was now in cardiac arrest, that his heart had stopped beating. Sure enough, almost as soon as the thought hit him, he began to feel his consciousness begin to slip away. Darkness started to set in from the edges of his vision as a feeling of extreme tiredness washed over him. The lack of circulation was now starving his brain of oxygen and causing it to shut down. Soon the lack of oxygen was enough that his higher functions failed him and his nervous system went into a complete free-for-all, his blood-starved brain short-circuited as Matt slipped into unconsciousness.

Dr Jason looked down at his patient, who had spent the last several minutes rapidly deteriorating before him as Matt's eyes rolled back in his head and his body convulsed. His brain signaled at random, firing wildly in desperate gasps, uncontrolled attempts to do anything to stop its impending doom - his arms and feet clenched, his toes curled and his soles wrinkled, his arms and legs twisted and jerked at odd angles and in random ways before pulling up towards his torso like a praying mantis. His still half-hard cock flailed about with the up and down movement of his torso, flopping up to slap his belly before bounding back down and all around. Soon his back tensed in a prolonged contraction, pulling his butt up off of the gurney, his body rolling side to the side, bucking and thrusting as his body flailed. The doctor watched for a minute to see if it would stop on its own, holding Matt down as best as he could with his body bucking all over. When it became clear this would continue without intervention, the doctor rummaged through a nearby drawer for an anti-seizure medication - finding a vial of Lorazepam and administering it into the IV-line attached to Matt's arm. Despite this, Matt's body continued to writhe and thrash on the table like some sort of animal as his brain slowly shut down, the EEG never flatlining, but the size and frequency of the Matt's brainwaves growing progressively smaller and less often.

As Matt continued to seize for the next couple minutes, the EKG showed the spikes of his VTAC start to widen and vary in both amplitude and shape. Matt's heart had exhausted it's supplies of energy until finally his rhythm collapsed and he converted to V-fib. Moments later, Matt's body goes still and slack, his back relaxing, his body settling back to prone, his toes relax, his soles going smooth. A small trickle of urine runs down Matt's thigh where his cock came to rest, his bladder releasing as his body enters into shutdown. His head lulls to the right as the tension leaves his neck, his glassy eyed vacant gaze now pointed sightlessly at the monitors he had so wanted to watch. In this moment though, instead of showing the vital signs of an excited young man enjoying himself in a fantasy he had always had, they show that Matt's attempts at breathing stop, his heart quivers uselessly in his chest, and his brain activity is reduced, though not gone.

Dr. Jason springs into action as soon he sees Matt's body go limp. He looks up at Matt's face, his eyes still open but now unfocused and staring into the half-distance. Jason glances over at the monitor Matt appears to be staring at and is met with the erratic waving line of V-Fib. He starts chest compressions with strong, deep thrusts, counting out loud to himself. With each push down on Matt's chest, he can feel the ribs caving inward slightly under his palms as presses two inches into Matt's sternum. Matt's left nipple, hard and erect in the cold air, rubs back and forth under his index finger as he pumps the attractive boys chest. From the other side of the mirror, where the two sinister men watch, the soft smooth soles and slender toes of Matt's feet sway inward and outward in time with the rhythmic pumping of his heart by Dr Jason, moving in much the same way that the feet of a lover might move during the early stages of soft sex.

As Dr. Jason worked, he found himself gradually becoming aware of a stiffness in his own pants - a subtle but insistent presence that demanded attention without being overtly intrusive. He couldn't deny the tingle that ran through him as his eyes caught glimpses of Matt's body beneath him. The gentle sheen of sweat on Matt's chest among the electrodes, the way his stomach bulged and relaxed under Dr. Jason's compressions, the sight of Matt's semi-flaccid cock rocking rhythmically against his thigh all seemed to conspire against Dr. Jason's professionalism. He knew he shouldn't be even noticing these things in a moment like this, but he couldn't help it. Ultimately, he decided it was simply a way of escaping the harsh reality he was mired in and so he allowed himself this bit of fantasy as he continued to pump the boys chest.

After completing the first 20 compressions, Dr. Jason attached an ambubag to Matt's endotracheal tube, which he had thought excessive earlier but was now thankful it had been inserted earlier for the trial. He squeezed the bag twice, watching as Matt's chest rose and fell with each breath he provided. The clean curve of Matt's pecs moved up and down in time with Dr. Jason's squeezes on the ambubag, his soft pink nipples rising and falling amidst the sea of wires and electrodes… a sight that did little to alleviate the stiffness in his pants. After the breaths, he glances up at the monitors briefly to confirm that the rhythm is still V-fib and then returns to compressions.

As Dr. Jason was just finishing his second round of compressions, Matt groggily began to become aware of his surroundings. It was as if he was in a deep dark tunnel, he couldn't really see or hear much at first but things slowly came into focus as if we were moving towards the mouth of the cave. At first, he was aware only of a distant hum, a warm wet feeling around his legs and ass, and the feeling of weight applied on his chest. As he became more alert though, the hum became a droning high pitched tone, the wet feeling became obviously liquid on his skin, and the feeling of weight collapsed into a series of sharp hard pushes on his chest… he realized that he couldn't move anything - not even his fingers or toes. His eyes were open, however, allowing him to see what was happening as his vision returned. As things came into focus, something in the back of his brain finally recognized the tone he was hearing, that high pitched tone of an alarm, a cardiac monitor's alarm!

Fear gripped Matt once more as the compressions brought more and more oxygen back to his brain and he started to comprehend his situation. Dr. Jason hovered above him, his hands pumped down into his chest hard and fast, and behind the doctor, the monitor displayed a chaotic line - he knew enough about EKGs to recognize the rhythm as ventricular fibrillation. "Holy fuck", he thought, "I'm in cardiac arrest…". Then the thought hit him… I'm awake?!?! He tried to reconcile his being awake with what he saw. Everything he was seeing "made sense" if he was in fact in cardiac arrest, but him seeing it just didn't. He struggled to accept the reality of the situation. The worst part wasn't the startling realization of being awake while basically dying, though, it was the pain he felt well up with each compression slamming his ribs down into his dying heart muscle. Matt slowly came to terms and realized, something went wrong with the trial drug and he was likely going to be wide awake for this ordeal, feeling every bit of his resuscitation and with it, the agonizing chest pain that he could only assume was what dying heart muscle felt like. Dr. Jason stopped compressions and reached for the defibrillator paddles on the cart behind him. Matt watched in a mixture of fascination and horror as the doctor prepared to shock him. He suspected this was not going to be pleasant, but some part of him had always fantasized about being resuscitated. Deep down somewhere, was he turned on by this?

The gel-coated paddles were placed onto his chest, one at a time. The cold metal made contact with Matt's skin, first above his right pec and then just left and below his left nipple. He could feel the sticky gel and the cold metal, even through his paralyzed body. Dr. Jason set the charge to 100J and moved back slightly before pressing the button without warning. The jolt ripped through Matt's body, forcibly contracting every muscle in a wave starting in his chest and rippling down into his legs. It pulled him up off the table violently before ending in his feet, causing his toes to curl inward painfully. Despite not breathing on his own, Matt felt like he'd been punched in the gut - a pained grunt escaped his lips as tears filled his unblinking eyes. The physical pain was overwhelming, but what truly terrified Matt was seeing the line on his EKG monitor return from off-screen and resume its chaotic wavering. A thought occurred to him and he wondered if he would lay there, fully aware, and watch himself die.

As Dr. Jason resumed compressions, his gaze ran up and down the gorgeous young man under his care once more. Matt's body bounced gently on the table with each push down on his chest. The smooth skin of Matt's belly bulged and his soft slender thighs rocked under Dr. Jason's hands as he pumped blood through the boys dying heart, while his light pink nipples rocked inward slightly from the pressure, rubbing against Jason's fingertip. Slightly further down the table, Matt's cock swayed gently to the rhythmic thrusting of Dr. Jason's compressions. Dr. Jason had already given up trying to deny the tingle that ran through him every time he took in the sight of Matt, pale and slender, covered head to toe in electrodes, wires, gel, and sweat. The motion of his patient's body and the ever so subtle way he could see Matt's penis twitching slightly with each compression sent a surge of both shame and arousal through Dr. Jason, fighting the thrill he felt as he was able to see the blood he was pumping through Matt's body surge into his member with each push. Jason's erection was growing more pronounced by the second. He knew it was unprofessional but couldn't help himself - there was something about this young man that turned him on from the start and the power and reliance that resuscitating him gave was intoxicating.

As Dr. Jason paused to check Matt's rhythm again, he noticed something in Matt's face that gave him pause. Despite being in full cardiac arrest, Matt's eyes blinked and moved with purpose… did things that made him seem… aware. Jason was already growing suspicious, he could tell from experience that the sounds Matt had made during the compressions, almost like a pained grunt each time his heart was squeezed, did not sound like simply air escaping but like a pain reaction, and now his eye movement suggested consciousness. And when Dr. Jason resumed compressions, he could swear he saw the tiny movements in Matt's unblinking eyes following him - slight darts of movement between his chest, Dr. Jason's face, and the monitors. Then they moved up to his face again and the two made eye contact… real, purposeful eye contact. Matt's eyes focused on Jason and suddenly he knew it to be true.

"Holy shit," Dr. Jason thought to himself, "I think he's awake." He couldn't believe it - resuscitation induced consciousness was rare but not unheard of. However, he had never personally seen a case before. He decided to try something… "Matt, I don't know for sure if you can hear me or not," Dr. Jason said aloud, trying to keep his voice steady despite the turmoil in his own mind and body. "But if you can, try to look up and down repeatedly for me." He watched intently as Matt's eyes started to bob up and down rapidly, a clear sign of understanding. A wave of emotions swept over the young doctor. Concern for his patient mixed with an odd and unexpected arousal at the thought of this boy watching him work desperately to save his life. He knew he had to keep talking, try to reassure Matt even though he wasn't really sure what to say in such a situation. "Matt, you've suffered some sort of bad reaction to the drug," Dr. Jason started, trying to sound calm despite the chaos around in his mind. "You're in cardiac arrest. I'm working now to try and start your heart back up. I gotta apologize man, but most of what I'm going to do is probably going to hurt like hell… but I have to keep doing it or you will die."

With that, Dr. Jason administered a second defibrillation at 200J. Matt's body jerked violently off the table as the electricity coursed through his muscles. Jason watched hungrily as Matt's cock flew up to hit him under his belly button again, making an audible slapping noise before falling back and settling back against his thigh. And was that a small bead of pre-cum glistening on its tip? Jason didn't have time to investigate but the sight alone was almost too much for Dr. Jason - his erection reached full bore, visibly pushing through his pants in a way that couldn't be ignored and he got that almost painful feeling in his now throbbing member that you get when you are almost too horny. Jason stuffed those feelings down though and brought his attention back to the matter of resuscitation, he knew he had to keep going despite the turmoil within him. He resumed compressions with renewed vigor, hoping against hope that Matt would survive this ordeal and make it out alive. The thought only seemed to fuel his arousal further - there was something about fighting for someone's life like this, while they watched, that pushed buttons he didn't know he had.

Back on the other side of the mirror, Dr. Jenkins was reassuring his investor. "See, as I told you, it's a common side effect," he explained to Mr. Edwards, gesturing towards the two-way mirror where Matt lay fighting for his life. "But the subject remains in what I can assure you will prove to be an irreversible cardiac arrest. I've delivered exactly what you asked for." he said with a self-satisfied smile.

The mirror through which Mr. Edwards and Dr. Jenkins watched was at the foot of the bed, their view up the length of Matt's body as he lay there in cardiac arrest. From this angle, Matt's feet were the first thing to meet your eye - pale smooth perfectly sized soles with delicate toes met Matt's long, slender but well-toned legs. A gentle wave of fine pale hair covered his legs, leading the eye upwards towards his groin where his generous cock lay against his thigh, it's uncircumcised tip glistening with some liquid. From this angle, the two men were given a perfect view of his taught, smooth, youthful scrotum, perfectly groomed down to his taint that led up to the curve of his ass. These two men had only eyes for greed and science, so they would not notice it, but most would have noted the beauty of the young man, so much more so that it was notable even here as he lay fighting for his life.

Just then, another defibrillation hit him, Matt's body jerked violently upwards off the table. His feet curled causing his soft soles to wrinkle and his long toes to reach inward, while his legs kicked outward involuntarily, the contraction of the muscle further highlighting how lean and smooth his legs were. The fine pale hair on his lower legs swayed gently with the motion in his legs. As he arched further upwards, his pelvis thrust deeply forward, like a lover arriving at a climax. From this angle, one could see how the shock caused Matt's scrotum to tighten and pull upward even further, his balls almost retracting into his body as his penis thrust forward with a temerity that made it seem almost like an erection. His taint wrinkled slightly, a single fold revealing itself on each side along the line between his balls and his ass, the curve of his tight smooth unblemished cheeks revealed as his body reached the apex of it's upward motion, a hint of pink where his ass cheeks met just barely visible. Their tight clench released as he the shock wore off and his body started back downwards toward the table. Matt landed with a loud, almost wet sounding thump as his body hit the gurney.

The sound of Matt's landing broke the silence in the room and Mr. Edwards looked up, no longer lost in thought as he watched this scene unfold before him. "And he can't talk in this state?" he asked finally, his voice low and gravelly. Dr. Jenkins shook his head, proud of how well his toxin was working. "No," he replied. "We're not even really sure how much thought someone in resuscitation-induced consciousness has. But even if he had full consciousness, all it buys him is a front row seat to his time of death being called. Movement will be limited, speaking more than grunts will be impossible… and shortly after resuscitation efforts end, the lack of blood flow will cause brain death, and he'll lose consciousness again permanently."

Mr. Edwards nodded thoughtfully, seeming to work through some internal calculation. After a moment, he turned back to Dr. Jenkins with an unsettling, greasy smile. "If this test is a success," he said, his voice dripping with a satisfaction that made Jenkins feel gross, "then I'll cut you a check just as soon as they call time on this punk." Both men then smiled at each other, their faces untroubled by the terror they were witnessing in the other room. They turned back to the window, eager to watch Matt's final minutes unfold before them. Dr. Jenkins felt a sense of pride in his work and relief - he had delivered exactly what Mr. Edwards had asked for, and it was working beautifully. The toxin was mimicking a natural sudden cardiac arrest perfectly… now all that remained was waiting for Dr. Jason to call time of death. And so they stood like hyenas at the site of a fresh kill, waiting for the lion that was Dr Jason to have his fill and leave before they could feast…

Back in the testing room, Dr. Jason's hands paused in their relentless pumping, exhaustion starting to settle over the young doctor - 35 minutes of resuscitation had taken its toll on both of them in fact. Relentless CPR and seven shocks from the defibrillator had left Matt's body a map of red welts and deep bruises, his body covered in sweat with electrode gel smeared across his chest where the paddles were repeatedly used. The monitor still showed v-fib, but it was different now - once sharp spiky peaks and low sharp cliffs had given way to gently rolling hills and gentle valleys. Matt was in fine vfib now, a sign that his heart was wearing out from the prolonged effort.

The alarms and beeps from the monitors seemed to grow louder, more insistent, echoing through Matt's mind like a grim countdown. Dr Jasons face, once a picture of determined professionalism, now showed signs of strain - sweat-dampened hair plastered to his forehead, deep creases etched between his brows. Matt could guess at the meaning of that look; it was the expression of a man fighting against odds that seemed insurmountable, the face a man makes as he contemplates giving up. The doctor's hands paused again, then stopped altogether as he stepped back from Matt with a heavy sigh, raking a hand through his hair in frustration and despair.

This pause in compressions sent a wave of panic and utter terror through Matt - was this it? Was the doctor giving up on him now? He wasn't ready, he couldn't die here. With newfound desperation, Matt struggled to get up, fear driving him to madness, trying to get up despite knowing how useless it would be. His body unsurprisingly betrayed him at this moment - slight twitches in his feet and hands were the only outward sign of the turmoil and panic within. His fingers and toes curled and uncurled ever so slightly, his soft soles wrinkling with each movement as if echoing the chaotic but now weak spasms rippling through the muscle of his heart. Pained moans whispered past his lips, almost lost under the rhythmic hiss of the ventilator he was placed on twenty minutes ago.

Just when it seemed to Matt like all hope was lost, Dr. Jason reappeared into view above Matt's head, lifting his torso off the table with a suddenness that made Matt's stomach lurch. The doctor positioned him in preparation for something - what though, Matt wasn't sure until he felt cool plastic of the Lucas device under his back and saw it come into view over his chest.

With a series of soft beeps and a mechanical hiss, the device began its rhythmic pumping. Each compression was like a wave crashing against Matt's chest, pushing blood through his dying heart with a force both reassuring and terrifying. For the first time in what seemed like a long time, he could feel blood moving, pulsing through him in time with the machine's beat, as if some semblance of life had returned to his increasingly still body, giving him some glimmer of renewed hope even as he knew it was likely too late for him the moment that needle entered his IV.

Dr Jason moved back down near Matt's feet as he prepared an AED for attachment. As he prepared the machine, the compressions continued, and he noticed something strange began to happen - Jason caught a glimpse of new movement out of the corner of his eye and looked up. He was shocked to see that it was not Matt's arms or legs, but instead between Matt's legs, where his penis had previously lie flaccid and still, a change was occurring. At first it was almost imperceptible, just the slightest swelling at base of his cock as blood pumped through it in time with the machines thrusts. But as the device beat on, Jason could see it growing - Matt's cock throbbing and swelling with each compression, as blood flowed in quickly in a large wave, then started to leave, deflating his manhood slowly like a balloon with a small leak, only for it to jump back up just a bit higher and thicker when the next compression hit, each compression coming just before it could fully lose its newfound length and girth.

This cycle repeated itself several times, with Matt's penis pulsing and growing with each beat of the machine, slowly growing and rising from it's resting place on his leg to stand at attention. Jason was fascinated and horrified, watching Matt's hard-on come to back to life, even as Matt's heart refused to do the same. He knew he should return to preparing the AED but was rooted in place, losing track of himself, unable to do anything but stare at Matt's manhood filling in complete defiance of his situation. After another half dozen compressions, Matt's erection grew large enough that his foreskin began to retract - his smooth head first just peeking out barely enough to be seen, only to slide back inside as the time between beats released some of the stiffness, then jumping back out further with each compression until Matt's smooth pink head glistened fully exposed, it's tip glistening with precum.

The sight was mesmerizing - Dr Jason watched in rapt horror for a few more moments as Matt's cock pulsed and throbbed with each beat of the machine. Veins bulged along its length, throbbing visibly as it bobbed up and down to the rhythm of device. Matt's cock now stood at full attention, a full six inches of impossible hard-on, swaying gently with each automated compression. After another moment, Jason shook off his shock and went back to trying to save the boy, trying hard to ignore the wet feeling of precum in his own shorts. He moved back to the head of the bed and applied the AED pads to Matt's chest. Jason returned to the foot of the bed and charged the defibrillator.

Matt on the other hand wasn't entirely sure what to think of his newfound boner at first. He decided he felt re-assured that he was getting enough blood flow to create and maintain it, but something about it felt wrong to him at the same time. Even in this horrible moment, the body reacts how it reacts and he couldn't deny that something about this nightmare was also subtly arousing. That of course, felt wrong at the same time. But perhaps it wasn't discomfort with the erection that Matt felt building inside him. No there was something else… It started as a warmth spreading through his groin, and had continued growing in intensity. He was considering what it could be when Jason pressed the shock button on the AED and the 8th defib hit him. His body tried to leap off of the table but, thanks to the lucas, his chest was merely rammed into the plunger. That hurt like hell, but his legs were unrestrained and they kicked, causing his still throbbing erection to bounce and shake, the combination of the pain and the stimulation caused that feeling in his groin to grow quickly, until he could feel it spill over into what he finally realized to be an orgasm.

The sensation overwhelmed Matt - he felt himself begin to cum, though it was a most unusual feeling. Normally when he came, his body was a writhing mass of uncontrollable contractions, spasms, and gasps. But now, his muscles had long since given up their ability to move, and so he was hit by wave after wave of the feeling of ecstacy that an orgasm brings with none of the physical motor sensation that accompanies one. As this continued, Matt's mind grew fuzzy and he almost lost consciousness for a moment, his body slipping into another seizure, the stimulation of his orgasm too much for his weakened system to handle. As he seized, he began to ejaculate uncontrollably, semen spraying wildly in the air as his erect penis pulsed and bobbed about to the rhythm of lucas machine and the twitching of his muscles. It was as if Matt's dying body had found one final act of defiance, of pleasure amidst pain, heat amongst the growing cold. In this moment, Matt decided this was good, that he preferred this to the fear. Through the haze of the seizure, Matt felt hot semen splash against his cold clammy skin, and it continued to land in rhythmic spurts matching the downward strokes of the lucas, pooling on his thigh and belly. Matt couldn't see it but Dr Jason watched, frozen in that same mixture of horror and fascination, as Matt's body continued to seize and ejaculate for what felt like ages. As his orgasm wound down, his left leg fell off the table as his legs flopped about, moving awkwardly due to his restrained torso. It swung briefly then hung there limply, rocking gently to beat of Lucas. His penis, still rock hard, bobbed up and down with each mechanical heartbeat, tiny bubbles of cum still leaving the tip in concert with the mechanical thrusts. The sight of this whole affair was both mesmerizing and terrifying to Jason - a reminder that even in the grasp of death, the human body could find ways to assert its own desires and needs, the human mind reaching out for comfort and contentment even in the midst of the dark. As Jason regained his composure and started to head to the drawer for another round of epi, he noticed the cum on Matt's thigh slowly sliding down his leg towards his foot before dripping to the floor from his ankle. Jason felt a warm wetness take hold in his underwear but shook the heat off and got back to work…

"Damn," Dr. Jason declared, his voice heavy with frustration and concern as he watched Matt's EKG convert into a slow, wide junctional rhythm - a sign that his efforts weren't working and cardiac death was fast approaching. Jason wiped the sweat from his brow as he tried to think… Twenty more minutes had passed since Matt's unexplained spontaneous orgasm. Jason had chalked it up to an unusual reaction to insufficient oxygen to the brain and resumed his efforts to save Matt. But despite his best efforts, everything seemed to be failing him. He wished desperately for the resources of a real hospital, where he could employ every last trick in the book to save this young man's life. But here, in this second-rate clinic set up specifically for the trial, options were limited. If only they were back in Dr. Jason's hospital, a level one trauma center, things might be different. He could order induced hypothermia to reduce cell death, consider having Matt put on ECMO to oxygenate his blood while working on his heart, or even open him up for thoracotomy to examine the heart directly. None of those options were viable here. But deep down, Jason knew that they probably wouldn't have helped anyway, something had gone horribly wrong with this drug and it had destroyed this boys heart.

As Dr. Jason made eye contact with Matt, lying limp and helpless on the gurney, something nagged inside him. He started to think about what this would do to his career - overseeing the death of someone so young at a trial that was clearly botched. But then he chided himself for even considering it, especially not now. He refocused himself and pressed the button on the AED to deliver a 16th shock to Matt's still form. The young man's groin thrust and feet curled as the jolt hit him once more, though Dr. Jason knew without looking at the EKG readout it wouldn't be effective against PEA. At this point, it was really all he could do though - he had maxed Matt out on drugs long ago, had exhausted every tool this shithole actually did have available to him and nothing had changed. Combined with having no idea how to counteract a mystery drug that had brought them to this point, he was beginning to descend into hopelessness. The thought of this young man dying here made him nauseous.

But there was something else that made his stomach climb into his throat, something worse than the medical futility of their situation. Dr. Jason always dreaded what came next, pronouncing anyone dead was horrific, but this was something different… He had realized as he worked through this code that Matt would remain conscious. The young man had heard and seen everything that had happened to this point, possibly even felt it all, every painful intervention. He was awake and aware even now, and would be as Jason acknowledged defeat. As an ER attending, Jason had pronounced plenty of people dead, even ones younger than Matt. But he had never had to pronounce someone dead to themselves. Jason lingered by Matt's feet, using the excuse of putting his leg that had fallen back up on the table to delay the inevitable just a few moments longer.

Matt felt his leg lift and settle back on the table moments before he saw Dr. Jason approach from the foot of the bed. He was still struggling to fight off the effects of the last shock. He had been feeling himself starting to struggle to come back from the shocks with each passing minute, a sign of what was coming for him he though. Matt knew without even looking at the monitor now that he was in real trouble - he had been watching an ever-slowing, widening agonal rhythm marching towards what he had started trying to accept as an inevitable stillness for a while now. Despite him trying to work himself up to acceptance, he still wasn't ready for the doctor's next words: "Matt, I don't really know how to say this, but I'm so sorry I have to just come out and say it. You've died… I've done everything I can for you but your heart won't start beating. I'm out of options at this point and it's become clear that your heart is too damaged to be revived. "

The words hit Matt with renewed force, like every moment he'd spent convincing himself he was prepared if this was to be his end over the last half hour meant nothing. Panic settled in as his vision started to blur with tears of terror and fury. He tried with all his might to kick, scream, get up and run… All he could manage was some gurgling, twitching, and the slightest flexing of his feet as the doctor continued speaking, "I'm sorry Matt. I'm going to stop the Lucas machine now and stop giving you drugs and shocks. With CPR stopped, the oxygen going to your brain with also stop. I don't know how long you will be conscious once it stops, but I should be able to tell from your EEG. I'm going to sit with you until your brainwaves flatline so you aren't alone," and with that, Dr. Jason reached out and turned off the Lucas device. Matt was begging him to stop in his head, screaming that he wasn't ready, but there was no debate. With a soft hiss, the Lucas fell silent and slack before being removed entirely. Matt was laid back down and Jason sat in a chair next to him, holding his hand as promised.

Jason sat beside the young man, squeezing his hand in what he hoped was reassurance. But in truth, he just wanted to escape, to flee this moment, replace it with something better. His mind sought in desperation for some way out. He knew medically, there was none. It was in that moment that of stark reality, something stirred inside Dr. Jason. His mind pivoted from thoughts of changing the outcome, hopeless as that was, to changing what happens next. Now that the immediacy of the resuscitation no longer had his full attention, he became acutely aware of his throbbing member. He remembered Matt ejaculating earlier during CPR - the heat of that unusual but unmistakable sign of life amidst death. He wondered if that had simply been the misfiring of an oxygen starved brain, or if there was something else there, something Matt had driven.

As Dr. Jason sat down beside Matt on the gurney staring into his eyes, his thoughts turned to the dark passenger he had carried this whole last hour, thinking thoughts that he wasn't sure he should dare think, a path to bring some reprieve, possibly even some pleasure, into this darkest of moments. But he would only do so if Matt wanted it. "Matt," he began softly, "I know you can hear me and I have something important to ask you." Dr. Jason paused, letting his words sink in before continuing: "I can't save you. No one can. But you have some few minutes left and I want to know how you want to spend them. Earlier, you had an orgasm. Do you remember that?" Up and down Matt's eyes went, a yes. "Would you want your last minutes to be like that?" After a pause, again his eyes went up and down. "I want to make love to you, to give you one last orgasm, if that is something you want. To give us both something beautiful, or at least pleasurable, amidst all this… Will you let me?" There was a long pause as Matt processed the request. Then, with a rapid flicker of movement in his eyes up and down once more, Matt signaled his consent.

With trembling hands, Dr. Jason slowly began to undress himself, revealing a medium-built body beneath his hospital attire. As he pulled off his shirt, the fabric caught briefly on his long brown hair, showing off his thick locks before falling away completely, exposing a pale torso with a smattering of freckles and a single long scar running down his sternum - a reminder of life experiences etched into his flesh, some of which had steered him to this very moment. Next, Dr. Jason's fingers pulled at the drawstring of his scrubs pants, letting them fall to the floor as he revealed tight, form-fitting briefs that hugged every contour of his body. His penis bulged visibly in the front - a tantalizing erection straining against the fabric. The underwear was white and snug, highlighting the shape of Dr. Jason's generous member. With one more tug, Dr. Jason slipped off his briefs, revealing his nudity fully to Matt for the first time. His erect circumcised penis stood proud - thick, pulsing with a vein that ran along its length, and glistening slightly at the head with pre-cum, still wet from earlier. Dr. Jason's balls hung heavy between his legs, tight with anticipation.

He reached out a trembling hand towards Matt, his fingers brushing against the young man's limp body as he began to explore every inch of him. Dr. Jason leaned forward, gently suckling on Matt's nipples, still hard and sensitive. He imagined he could feel them responding beneath his lips - small, involuntary twitches of pleasure despite Matt's stillness, though he was sure that couldn't be true at this point. Dr. Jason moved down Matt's torso, kissing spots unadorned by electrodes or gel as he found them, his tongue tracing lines along the smooth skin. As he reached the young man's groin, Dr. Jason gently played with Matt's testicles, rolling them between his fingers before sucking softly on each one. He could feel a surge of desire at touching the other man in such an intimate way - something he'd done before but never in this circumstance. It was clear that the gravity and taboo of the situation was contributing to his excitement.

Next, Dr. Jason wrapped his lips around Matt's still erect penis, gently licking along its length until he felt it twitch with pleasure. That time he was certain he did not imagine it. Matt was enjoying this enough that his body was still managing to respond. He sucked harder now, feeling the young man's cock strain to move within his mouth. As he did so, a small gush of pre-cum dripped down his throat - a salty taste of their desire. As he continued to suck on Matt's erection, Dr. Jason reached up to play with the young man's nipples once more, pinching more firmly now.

Matt felt everything in a sort distant haze - sensations but not true feelings, pleasure unaccompanied by the familiar physicality, instead replaced with a distant seeming analogue. His body was responding despite itself, his pleasure growing with every suck on his erect and hard penis within Dr. Jason's mouth. Matt had decided this was to be his farewell, that he might as well get a pleasurable encounter with this hot young doctor as his last experience, but at the same time, he struggled with thinking it felt wrong - this intimacy, these desires, amidst death and pain. But Matt pushed those doubts aside, there was nothing else for him now after all. And even if others might not understand it, this was better than slipping into darkness alone and untouched. People joke about dying during sex being the way to go, but Matt was truly going to. And somehow, in all of this unfairness, it gave him the slightest bit of comfort. So this was alright by him. Besides, as Dr. Jason sucked and licked his cock, Matt couldn't deny the pleasure that radiated from every touch. His nipples burned with desire when they were pinched and suckled. Despite his other senses slowly dulling and shutting down, sexual pleasure still burned through like a white hot fire somehow.

As Dr. Jason finished his foreplay, he reached over to the AED pads still stuck to Matt's chest and pulled them off, revealing a gel-covered surface beneath. Jason ran his hands through them, one hand in each slick and began to lube himself and Matt using the gel. With them both slick with lubricant, Jason climbed onto the gurney beside him, gently lifting the young man's legs up and over his own thighs, resting Matt's ankles on his shoulders. Dr. Jason felt a surge of emotions - guilt, desire, sadness - but he knew this was what Matt wanted. With trembling hands gripping Matt's legs, he began to push into Matt slowly, trying to be as gentle as possible given their situation. The heat inside Matt enveloped him like a warm embrace, drawing out a sigh from his lips.

As Dr. Jason fully entered Matt, he wrapped his free hand around Matt's cock and started to rock gently - slow at first but gradually increasing in pace and intensity. With each thrust and stroke, Matt felt waves of pleasure wash over him. Dr. Jason reached out and played with Matt's nipples, twisting and tugging on them gently to add to his pleasure. Matt's head swam, a combination of both pleasure and lack of blood flow bringing him into a sort of liminal state. As Jason thrust deeper and faster, the monitors behind Matt showed his agonal rhythm continued to slow and but his brainwaves spiked. Soon, Jason shifted positions slightly, altering his angle to generate new sensations. As he did, he moved Matt's feet out in front of him - those soft soles and slender toes that had captured his attention before were the next target of his attentions. Without breaking rhythm, he placed one foot flatly against his left cheek for leverage, enjoying the feeling of Matt's silky skin rubbing against his face and then leaned forward and began to suck the toes on the other foot one by one, a shudder of pleasure running through him as the whole of the experience took him to new heights.

As Matt felt the pull of suction on his big toe, he moaned internally. At first, almost as a reflex, he made a mental note to himself about how good that felt, then amended it to note how sad it was to discover something he liked so much only in his final moments. But he pushed aside any negative thoughts and instead dove deep into the pleasure, pushing away the rest of the world. The pain from his chest and arms faded into the background as his focus narrowed to the sensation building inside of him. Dr. Jason could see it too - every time he looked at Matt, he saw more life in those eyes even as they both knew it was slipping away.

As they moved closer towards their climax, Dr. Jason could feel the pressure building up in his penis, still deep inside Matt. His thrusts became more urgent and intense, even as the wide slow waves of Matt's agonal rhythm stretched, his rate slowing further, coming now only a handful of times a minute. They continued like this a couple more minutes until finally, in a moment of pure ecstasy, the most powerful orgasm he'd ever had hit him with the force of a hurricane. His legs contracted, his pelvis thrust forward almost involuntarily and he buried himself as deep inside Matt as he could as they both reached their peak. With a loud groan of ecstasy, Jason ejaculated - his hot semen pouring into Matt like lava, molten pleasure erupting in waves as the volcano of his desire finally blew it's top. Jason bucked in a series of pleasure spasms and his eyes rolled back in his head. His heart raced even as he knew Matt's was slowing to a stop.