Konoha Wrestling

Kiba and Kankuro faced each other, their faces just inches apart, and hunched forward into wrestling position with their butts sticking out. Over Kankuro's shoulder, Kiba could vaguely register that Naruto was still struggling and whining to be let down, but that didn't matter now. No distractions. This was just between him, and Kankuro.



They looked dead into each other's eyes. Kankuro leaned forward slightly and flexed his big hands. Kiba licked his lips. The match for alpha-dog status on the Konoha Wrestling Team was about to begin.



Until Coach Asuma came back and ruined it.



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Asuma walked back into the gymnasium, looking obviously disheveled. His hair was mussed up and there was lipstick marks smeared on his face. One of the shoulder-straps on his singlet was off, hanging loosely down his arm, and exposing a good portion of hairy, muscular chest. That Ms. Kurenai. For an art teacher, she could be a wild woman.



He expected to see his team practicing when he got back, but wasn't too surprised when he found them completely ignoring the directive. Instead, he came back to the usual chaos. That Uzumaki kid was in a hanging wedgie, ass flexing while he kicked his legs fitfully. One of the girls up in the bleachers, that Hyuuga girl, had somehow fainted from bloodloss and needed to be taken to nurse Shizune. Shikamaru and Chouji were lazing around and eating chips like usual. And the rest of the jocks were gathered around the only two players actually doing any practicing--his star player, Kiba, and the biggest of the new Suna guys, Kankuro.



"Alright fellas," he said, shouldering his way through the throng of tight pecs. He stepped onto the mat and neatly separated the two wrestling boys, a hand on each sweaty straining chest, like Moses parting the ocean. He turned and addressed the rest of the team, "I expected to see some hustling and didn't get it, so here's what we're gonna do. I want you boys to all form a row."



With some mutterings about the breakup of the fight, the jocks all turned to do as they were told.



"Coach, we were--" Kiba started to say.



"I know, boys. But you can do that later," Asuma interrupted. He slapped down on Kiba and Kankuro's butts. Kiba was used to the coach's paw on his backside, but Kankuro stiffened in surprise. "Good hustling, you two. You'll get another chance at each other in a couple minutes, promise."



Having nothing else to do now, the two jocks stepped towards where the line was forming. Kankuro rubbed his ass. "What the fuck was that," he muttered.



"What was what?" asked Kiba.



"Your Coach. He fuckin' spanked us."



"Oh. Yeah," Kiba said, "That was just one of his lovetaps. He gives 'em all the time."



"It was fucking gay was what it was," Kankuro said.



"Woah, dickweed. You better not have just insulted my Coach," said Kiba, "What's the matter, you can dish it out but you can't take it? You just did the same thing to Naruto!"



"Whatever. I just don't like guys touching my ass," Kankuro said, before walking away.



Asuma watched as the boys scrambled up in front of him. Like a volunteer action line of soldiers. A row of shoulder-to-shoulder beef. And, in the back, a formation of muscled singlet-clad rumps, all so tight you could bounce a dime down the whole row. Kiba and Kankuro were the last to get in line, assuming opposite ends and glowering across at each other. Asuma sighed. Great. New guys here for less than half-an-hour and already there were feuds forming.



He clapped his big hands together, commanding the boys' attention. "Alright, we're gonna have ourselves a wrestling round robin, boys. Let's show these Suna guys just what kind of wrestlers we are. And newbies, this is your chance to show off your stuff to us regulars. By the time we leave today, I want every guy to face off against at least three others. Got it? Good! Now split up, and I wanna see some hustling!"



He watched with pride as the team split up and guys started picking out opponents. They were all good guys. A little dense, but hey, they were wrestlers. Dense came with the territory. But, maybe they'd be alright to be left alone for a little bit more, while he did some hustling of his own back to Ms. Kurenai . . .



"Oh, and for Kage's sake," he said, "Somebody get Uzumaki down."



---



Kiba went straight for Kankuro once the line dissolved. "You and me," he said, "Right here. Let's go."



"You sure you want another shot at me?" Kankuro asked, "Your coach saved your pride just now. I'd take the chance he gave you to back off and wimp out."



"Pff. Fuck that!" Kiba said, "I'm gonna show you just who the top dog is around here."



"You think you can handle me?" Kankuro flexed his arms.



Kiba grinned. "I think I'm about to whup that make-up right off you."



---



"Ooh, thanks man . . ." Naruto muttered as Chouji slowly lowered him down by his shoulder straps. "This hurts like a bitch . . ." His ass swung lewdly.



"Serves you right," said Shikamaru. "Trying to take down a big bruiser like Kankuro."



"H-hey!" Naruto said as his feet touched the ground. "I could've taken that guy! Just now was, uh, just reconnaissance. Yeah, reconnaissance! Now I know all that guy's special moves!"



"I'm surprised you even know what the word 'reconnaissance' means . . ." Chouji said, letting go of the guy's straps.



Naruto immediately went to pick the massive wedgie out of his butt. When that failed, he settled for just rubbing over his abused anus. "Hey, I know lots of big words," he said with a groan. "Like, uh, quandary."



"Right," Shikamaru said, and rolled his eyes.



Suddenly, Asuma loomed over the three jocks. "When I said I wanted hustling, I was talking to you, Nara," he said to Shikamaru. He drew his hand back and smacked the lazy jock's small, tight ass.



"Ouch! Uh, yeah Coach, sure," Shikamaru said.



"I don't want to see you lazing around anymore. Otherwise . . . " Asuma laid on another encouraging smack. "It'll be the paddle."



"Ow! Okay already, Coach . . . "



"Or I could always just call your father. He still spanks you at home, doesn't he?"



Shikamaru groaned, his face flushing in embarrassment. "Yeah, Coach."



"And that goes for you, too, Akimichi," Asuma said. He thwacked his palm down on Chouji's chubby butt. "Don't be lazy like your friend. And no more eating during practice."



"Yow! Ah, no, coach!" Chouji said, his big cheeks jiggling inside his singlet.



"Heh, alright then," Asuma said. "You two could be great, if you just got your butts in gear." He made to move away, but Naruto blocked his path.



"How about me, Coach?" Naruto asked, wriggling his hips in excitement. "Don't I get any motivational words?"



"Oh. Uh . . . " Asuma patted Naruto's shoulder half-heartedly. "Keep, er, doing your best, Uzumaki," he said. Then he walked away.



"What the hell. I don't even get a spank?" Naruto asked.



Shikamaru and Chouji were both rubbing their butts and grimacing. "Didn't you get enough from Kankuro?" Chouji asked.



"Nah. I could take plenty more!" Naruto boasted. Already, his prior humiliation at Kankuro's hands had rolled off like water off a duck's back. That was the way Naruto was. "But, heyyyy, Shikamaru," he said, suddenly grinning and wrapping a muscular arm around the guy's shoulder. "I hear your dad still spanks you, huh?"



"Ugh." Shikamaru's face was red now. "That's none of your business."



"So how's he do it? You're what, seventeen, right? Does he still lay it on bare-butt? Over his knee? Bent over a table? Hands on your ankles like Coach does? What's he use, just his hand? A belt? A special Shikamaru-beating paddle?"



Shikamaru tried to dislodge Naruto's arm. "This is troublesome . . ."



"It's over his knee," Chouji suddenly interjected, "Usually just the hand, but sometimes his dad gives him the hairbrush, too. Oh, and it is always bure-butt."



"Chouji!" Shikamaru said. His face flushed even redder.



"What? I've seen it happen plenty of times. I've always over at your house."



"Yeah, and that's fine. But you don't need to tell him about it," Shikamaru said, and cocked his head at Naruto.



"Oh . . . oops."



"Hah! Hey, hey, it's fine, Chouji! Tell me more!" Naruto snickered.



"I don't exactly want this all over the school, Naruto," Shikamaru said sourly.



A whistle suddenly blew out over the gym, and the three wrestlers turned their heads to see Coach Asuma standing at the gym exit. The big man blew his whistle again. "I'm heading out again, boys!" he boomed, "But I'm leaving a timer right here. Every time it rings, you guys should switch partners. When I come back, I want to see some wrestlin'! Otherwise, there's gonna be some butt blistering when I get back!"



Chouji, Naruto, and Shikamaru just stared after the coach's beefy backside as he walked out, heavily flexing in that singlet. "Is he seriously leaving again to get more nookie?" Chouji asked.



"Sure seems like it," Shikamaru muttered.



"Eh? Nookie? What're you guys talking about?" Naruto asked, glancing back and forth between the two friends.



"Mah, don't worry about it . . ." Shikamaru sighed.



"Huh, okay. Whatever. But hey! This means we're wrestling without supervision! Hey, Sasuke! This time you're going down!" Naruto said, and ran after his rival, bubble buttcheeks bouncing.



Shikamaru and Chouji looked at each other in the sudden quiet.



"So, Coach Asuma told us we'd get the paddle if we didn't hustle today . . . " Chouji said.



"Yeah," said Shikamaru.



"Same plan as usual?"



"We both slack off off the whole time? I'll take a nap, you'll eat your chips, and we'll just pretend we were wrestling the whole time when Coach gets back?"



Chouji nodded.



Shikamaru smiled. "Works for me."



---



Kiba huffed as he grappled with Kankuro, trying to get a grip on the guy's chest. This punk from Suna had an advantage in size and weight on him. He wasn't any taller, but he was built wider, like a brick wall, or a gorilla. Heavier, too. Luckily, Kiba was used to wrestling larger opponents. Hell, he wrestled with his giant dog every day after school. He knew how to take a big bruiser like this down. Just had to use Kankuro's bulk against him. The bigger they come, the harder they fall.



He hissed his breath out in frustration though, when the guy slipped out of his hold. Kankuro was good, no doubt about it. But Kiba wasn't about to lose either.



The two continued to wrestle, both grunting and straining. After a good minute of grabbing and rubbing all over each other, Kankuro succeeded in getting enough leverage to force Kiba onto his back.



"Give in already, Inuzuka," Kankuro panted out. He straddled Kiba with his legs and smothering him with the rest of his big body. Chest to chest, and crotch to crotch. "We both know you're not gonna take me."



"Hehh, tough words from the fag-clown," said Kiba. Kankuro snarled, and rose up a few inches to slam down on the guy, but Kiba managed to roll out from under him in that time. Kankuro followed him though, and before Kiba knew it the guy had him covered up again. This time, they were in a 69 position. Kankuro's head was down at his groin, and vice-versa. Kiba gritted his teeth and tried to push the fucker off him, but Kankuro was staying stolidly in place.



"Heh, well how about that," Kankuro said. "Got you just where I wanted."



Kiba snarled, and tried not to look at Kankuro's fleshy asscrack, even though it was right in his face. That, and the guy's balls, straining like two big plums against the crotch of his singlet. Kankuro's lack of underwear was proving pretty distracting when you got right down to it. What with all the ass-flexing and semi-hard cock bulges and everything.



With a leer, Kankuro squeezed his muscular thighs together around Kiba's head, trapping him in a leg-lock, and mashed his spandex-clad balls up against the guy's face.



"Ahh! Pthfft!" Kiba gagged, trying not to open his mouth around the things. But he had no choice about inhaling the masculine scent. "Bastard!" he yelled, turning his face away. Lifting his own legs up, he wrapped them around Kankuro's neck and, with a tremendous effort, flipped the guy off him.



Gathering himself for a tackle, Kiba prepared to follow up on his throw. Before he could, however, Kankuro was back on his feet, squatting back into his wrestler's stance. The fucker was quick. Kiba quickly followed suit, and they faced off again. Both were panting now. Kiba was red-faced from holding his nose against that sac, and Kankuro was scowling because he'd been thrown off.



"That was a dirty move," Kiba said.



"Don't know what you're talking about, Inuzuka. Beginner's leg-lock," Kankuro said, leering.



"Do it again and I'm biting your nads."



"Heh."



Then, the timer went off.



"Ah! Hey, Kiba! Time's up! Let's switch places!" Naruto yelled from the mat next to theirs. The guy was down on his stomach, with Sasuke sitting on his back and expertly twisting one of the doofus's legs, making him cry and beat his fists into the mat.



"Fuck that," Kiba said, keeping his eyes locked on Kankuro. The guy's singlet was stuck to his body in places with sweat, and one side of his face-paint was smeared where Kiba's leg had smooshed against it. The asshole's boner wasn't so obvious now, but you could tell it was there, hidden in the folds of that tight singlet. And Kankuro's chest was heaving up and down as he caught his breath. He was just as tired as Kiba was. If he kept wearing the fucker down, Kiba would win this. "This guy's mine."



"Aw, but I want another shot at the guy. And Coach told us to--oww! Sasuke, not so hard!"



"Shut up, stupid," said Sasuke, "Let them go at it longer if they want."



"But--"



Sasuke twisted harder.



"Aoww! Alright already, damnit, let go! You win this this one, but now you're getting a rematch!"



Kiba turned back to Kankuro with a grin. "You ready for more?"



Kankuro's lips twisted. "Anytime you are."