First Aide Ch. 2

Story by martiansamurai

Here is a story from a series. This chapter contain a futa. If you are interested in the story the rest of the story can be found at the following link. You might find the universe interesting, it is based loosely off of pokemon.

http://groups.yahoo.com/group/pokeboyuniversefullgroup/

http://z7.invisionfree.com/After_The_Sacrifice/index.php?act=idx

First Aide Ch. 2

By MartianSamurai84

Disclaimer: The following story contains depictions of sex and violence. I do not own pokemon, nor am I receiving profit from this story. Minors are not permitted to read this story. None of the actions depicted here in text are promoted or condoned.

Over the next few months, Nathan and Ashley had sex. A lot. Somewhere on the order of four times a day, minimum. Once when they woke up, once in the middle of the day or while waiting in the transport, and once in the evening, when the troops had chow. Plus potentially a couple of extra times when either of them felt exceptionally frisky, which was rather often. Add to that the times they had to officially team up to tame local feral problems and the number of carnal episodes added up to quite a number indeed.

Whether they were tenderly blowing each other while enroot to a mission or working together to tame a feral into submission, it was clear that Ashley was quickly becoming an integral part of the squad and his skills at healing the other men could not be overvalued.

Taming the brains out of ferals was hardly new to Nathan by any stretch of the imagination. Most soldiers who had been in the field as long as he had would have had to come to grips with the built in need for sex that all pokeboys had one way or the other…regardless of their orientations, and far more would have to adjust as time wore on. But somehow, having Ashley; a cute, seemingly insatiable nurse boyfriend who obviously adored him, made all the difference.

However, now he had probably his most difficult duty. Indoctrinating the new recruits.

He walked down the hallway of Military Base 13, passing fellow soldiers of both genders and their accompanying brotherhoods as he went. He suddenly remembered that he had to get the film for the presentation, and it was in his locker in the facilities across from the embarkation room. A short detour. On this way through the embarkation room on his way to the locker rooms he noticed a group of pokeboys in fatigues gathered around a green haired woman, of course dying hair was becoming an increasingly common fashion these days, so that was not so surprising. As he drew closer he realized a number of things. 1. All the boys around the woman belonged to heterosexual breeds, 2. The woman was very, very beautiful. 3. The woman was kneeling on the floor and she was skillfully blowing the Smoker in front of her. And lastly, the fact that five of the six boys gave pleased grunts and stepped to the side to allow others to take their place in the course of the time it took him to walk across the room…she was probably very, very good… For a moment he was not sure of what he was seeing. Then it was obvious. A lot of boys, especially new recruits, being away from base and potential tamers, possibly even for weeks at a time still had needs. When new boys would come in, or if recruits came in while vehicles were being refueled they might not have the benefit of having their specific tamer provide them with the treatment they needed…but they would still need attention to keep from going feral. “Servicing” boys in this fashion had earned a lot of drama from the career soldiers, especially the older male soldiers. But the brass had overridden the objections. They were willing to have soldiers feel degraded or have their sexuality be threatened...provided that bases would in turn not be torn apart by a horny pokeboy that would invariably rape the same soldiers that had not put out. In the long term it made sense for the human soldiers to service the boys who needed it and to allow the troops to fraternize. If nothing else you wasted less time than having boys that needed to jack off all the time “just to take the edge off”. What this practically added up to was adding glory holes to the men’s bathroom stalls and making “Practical Taming Class” with a “field application session” mandatory for both genders. The end result is a class where you discuss blowjob techniques and strategies on how to go down on a very strong, fast, and angry man; as well as having to give a blowjob to a volunteer pokeboy in a monitored room…and being graded on it. By an astonishing “coincidence”, the military had also begun including small packets of lubricant in the standard issue M.R.E.s and field kits. As he got within speaking distance, the girl had already moved onto the final boy, he was either more vocal or the beauty serv

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