Konoha Wrestling

"I'm not holding back this time," Kiba said, squatting down into an easy
wrestling stance. "You're going down, Sabakuno."

"Lots of words, Inuzuka," Kankuro said back. "Let's see you back 'em up."

They want at each other again, bodies flexing against each other. This time,
Kiba concentrated on staying out of Kankuro's holds. If he kept back chiefly on
defense, Kankuro would exhaust himself with useless attacks. Once that happened,
it'd be Kiba's chance to take him down.

Kankuro, however, had other plans for the match. So far, he hadn't been able to
overpower Kiba with sheer technique. Using his bulk against the guy hadn't
worked either, and even his intimidation had fallen flat. Kiba was tough. And if
Kankuro wanted to assert his dominance over this new team, he had to take the
guy down. That meant he'd have to fall back on alternate methods.

Getting in close to the Konoha wrestler, Kankuro let his guard drop. He wasn't
worried about whatever Kiba might do to him, because nothing the guy did could
be worse than what Kankuro had planned. As Kiba grabbed at his sides and
shoulders, Kankuro grinned and honed straight in on his real goal. Instead of
going for a quick pin. or attacking any vital body regions, Kankuro went for one
of the few areas Kiba wouldn't be defending.

Reaching a hand out, Kankuro tweaked one of Kiba's open, exposed nipples.

"A--ah! What the fuck--!?" Kiba said, as Kankuro squeezed the thing.

"Problem, Inuzuka?" Kankuro smirked.

"That's fighting dirty!" Kiba said in a growl. He tried to recollect himself and
get a hold on Kankuro. As he went to grip the bastard again though, Kankuro just
tweaked his other nipple, ruining his concentration. The shoulder straps on his
singlet weren't wide enough to cover the things, so they were sitting there
completely open to attack. "Ow!"

"A real wrestler uses every move he's got," Kankuro said. He grabbed at the nubs
of flesh, pinching and pulling at them.

"Dude! This definitely isn't in the--ah, varsity wrestling handbook! Get the
fuck off my tits!" Kiba said, trying to swat the bastard's hands away.
There are some things you just don't DO in wrestling, and nipple-tweaking was
near the top of the list.

Kankuro smirked. Perfect. In Kiba's distraction, he'd left himself wide open.
With a sudden charge, he caught the guy by his midsection. Then, with a grunt
from both jocks, he slammed Kiba to the mat. "Do you see a coach around
anywhere?" he asked, straddling the guy again, faces just inches apart. "This
isn't an official match, Inuzuka. This is a fucking street fight. There ain't
any rules."

"Unf . . . shit . . . " Kiba grimaced, trying to fight the guy off. Kankuro had
a solid lock on him though, and he was using his weight to his advantage this
time. And now Kiba's nipples were embarrassingly hard, too. He flexed in the
guy's grip, their chests and crotches rubbing against each other. This wasn't
good. If he didn't think of something fast, he'd have to--but wait. The fucker
had just said there weren't any rules, right? And there was one thing Kiba knew
that Kankuro hated.

Normally, he'd never try something like this on a fellow wrestler. There was
definitely an unspoken Guy Rule about it. And if nipple pinching was high on the
list of Things You Don't Do When Wrestling, then what he was planning now was
even higher. But . . . aw, fuck it. If that was it took to beat this guy, he'd
do it.

Wrapping his arms around the bastard crushing him, Kiba reached down, and
squeezed Kankuro's ass.

Kankuro choked out loud, and jerked his body. Kiba could feel the guy's
ass-cheeks clench in his hands. "What the fuck're you doing, Inuzuka . . . "

Kiba grinned. "You just said there weren't any rules. I'm just taking advantage
of my opponent's weakness." He squeezed harder, drawing out a groan from the big
punk. Kankuro had a broad, fleshy ass, and Kiba could feel it welling up between
his fingers.

On the neighboring mat, Naruto finished his submission hold on Sasuke, forcing
the guy to surrender to him by applying his patented 'Uzumaki Anaconda'. Looking
up from his win, he did a double-take when he saw Kiba and Kankuro. "Uhh, what
exactly are you guys doing?" he asked them.

"Mind you own fuckin' business," Kankuro said, grunting. His meaty buttocks
flexed in Kiba's grip.

"Yeah, Naruto . . . don't worry about it," Kiba said. "We're just wrestling."

"That doesn't look like wrestling to me!" Naruto shouted.

"Dude, I said don't worry about it!" Kiba shouted back. He reached deeper into
the singlet-clad recesses of Kankuro's butt, pushing the fabric into that crack,
grabbing up big handfuls of ass.

"You better let go of me, Inuzuka," Kankuro growled down at him. The guy's buns
were straining, but they were putty in Kiba's hands.

"Heh, bet you wish you wore underwear now, huh? Without any, you're really
vulnerable to moves like . . . this!" With a heave, Kiba gave one giant
push, and before Kankuro knew it, the two had switched positions. Kiba had
rolled them both over, and now he was topping the bigger guy, pecs-to-pecs and
groin-to-groin. And all without letting go of Kankuro's ass.

With a grimace, Kankuro realized that Kiba had just used his own ploy against
him. Distract your opponent with an unorthodox move, and then take advantage of
their confusion. And now he was on bottom to this dog-fucker. Shit.

"Hey, that doesn't make any sense, Kiba," Naruto said from the sidelines. "Your
butt'd be vulnerable whether you've got any underwear on or not. I mean, we wear
jockstraps! That's practically the same thing as being bare-ass!"

Kankuro cocked his head. "Y'know, Inuzuka, your friend's actually got a good
point," he said.

Suddenly feeling the fucker's hands moving up to his shoulders, Kiba scowled
down at him. "Oh no, you're not thinking of . . . "

"Yeah, I am," Kankuro said. Trailing his hands down Kiba's tight back, he moved
them downward until they lay on a round, muscular curve of glute. "Hey, buddy,"
he said to Naruto.

"Uh?" Naruto said, his eyes locked on the show in front of him.

"Thanks for the tip," Kankuro said. Then, smirking up at his opponent, Kankuro
grabbed up those jock buttocks, squeezing down hard on them.

"Ah!" Kiba yelped in surprise. "Fucker!"

"Uh . . . sure. No problem," Naruto said, staring at the two like he was
hypnotized.

"Yeah, thanks a lot, Naruto . . . " Kiba said in a growl. He was definitely
towel-snapping that dumbass guy's butt to welts later.

"Heh!" Kankuro just laughed. This guy sure was easily distracted. He gave Kiba's
ass another squeeze. Then he spanked it.

"Ow! Oh yeah?" Kiba said. He squeezed back on Kankuro's ass, just as hard.

"Ahn--" Kankuro bit back a moan. Kiba needed to trim his fucking nails. They
were a pain in his ass, literally.

Kiba's butt was tighter and more compact than Kankuro's, and the two round
muscles bunched up in the asshole's hard grip. Neither of them even noticed when
the timer went off again. As all the other wrestlers switched with each other or
went to find other partners, Kiba and Kankuro just kept up their match,
butt-squeezing, and rubbing themselves all over each other in competitive
athletic frottage.

Shino stepped up and regarded the two of them silently. After a moment, he said,
"Kiba, if you like, I could switch with you and--"

"Stow it, Shino," Kiba interrupted. "Like I told Naruto before, this guy's
mine!"

Shino shrugged. "As you will," he said, and walked off to find another partner.

In the split-second that Kiba wasn't focusing on the match, Kankuro heaved him
up and threw him onto the mat. The tables had turned again. This time, Kankuro
flipped Kiba over so he was laying stomach-down, before covering the guy up with
his own body. "Let's see you play grab-ass now, bitch."

"Ah, fuck!" Kiba cursed. Kankuro was all over him, stopping any chance Kiba had
of pulling off a reversal. His wrists were grabbed, his legs were spread, and
the weight of Kankuro's chest on his back was suffocating. He groaned and
struggled, trying to raise his body up from the floor, but all that accomplished
was pushing his butt up into Kankuro's groin.

And that's when he froze. Oh, shit.

Kankuro was fucking hard.

He wasn't half-hard like he'd been earlier, either. And he wasn't semi-hard,
like all guys get sometimes when they're on the mats. No, Kankuro was hard-hard.
ROCK hard. Kiba could feel the guy's cock, firm and solid, caught right between
his toned buttocks. Sandwiched and pressing down between his wrestler buns them
like some sort of horny hotdog.

Kankuro rocked forward then, pressing his body down on Kiba's, and Kiba almost
yelped in shock as that boner smooshed right up against his asshole. Two thin
layers of singlet was all that was preventing Kankuro from practically
ass-raping him in the middle of the gymnasium.

"D--dude, you're fucking boned--" Kiba managed to say as he fought to get air.

"Ah, sorry about that, Inuzuka," Kankuro said. He pressed Kiba's face down. "All
that rubbing and friction. Sometimes us real wrestlers get certain
reactions, y'know?"

"Fucker," Kiba groaned into the mat. He bunched his muscles up and tried to
escape again, but there was nowhere he could fucking go. And that pulsing cock
was rocking in and out again, violating his jock ass, as well as his wrestler's
pride.

"Ready to give in?" Kankuro asked. He grinned down at his opponent, dry-humping
the guy. This was the ultimate form of male domination. Showing a guy first-hand
who's the bitch. No questions asked, or needed.

"Hehh . . . are you kidding?" Kiba said. "I might be down, but I'm not out. I'm
just, ahn, getting started."

Kankuro raised an eyebrow. "What's that supposed to mean?"

Gripping the mat tightly, Kiba closed his eyes and thrust his hips upwards.
Then, he clenched his butt-cheeks together right around Kankuro's aroused cock.

"Hey . . . " Kankuro's eyes widened at the sensation. "What the fuck're you
doing . . . ?"

"Me?" asked Kiba. "I'm rhythmically clenching my tight, firm glutes around that
fucking boner of yours."

"Rrrrgh . . . fuck . . . " Kankuro said, feeling that ass squeezing around his
dick. It felt fucking good. Too good.

Yet again, Naruto chose the wrong moment to see how Kiba and Kankuro's match was
coming along. "Oh, geez!" he said, shielding his eyes. "What the fuck're you
guys doing over there!?"

Kiba growled. "I told you before, dumbass. We're WRESTLING! Pay attention to
your own damn mat!"

"Okay okay!" Naruto said. "It's just--I mean--it looks like--"

"Just shut the fuck up already," Kankuro said around a groan. He started
unwillingly humping his adversary, that inviting ass driving him wild.

"Heh, yeahhhhh," Kiba said as his plan fell into place. He didn't care if anyone
was looking at this crap anymore. This was all between him and Kankuro, and Kiba
was playing to win.

"Man . . . stop the shit, Inuzuka." Kankuro moaned. "You're gonna make me--"

"What? Jizz all over the inside of your singlet? That's what I'm counting on,
bitch."

Kankuro groaned again, his hard dick caught up by those muscular Inuzuka cheeks.
He was already losing it. Cock and ass and singlets all rubbing and moving and
grinding together.

"If you were wearing a jock, this'd be a lot harder to pull off. Lucky for me,
you're not," Kiba said with a grin. "I figure, as soon as you cum, your grip's
gonna loosen up. That's when I make my move and pin your ass to the fucking
mat."

"You--arhn--you fucking--" But Kankuro couldn't even finish the insult. Climax
was approaching fast, and his brain was shutting down. He had to get out of
there. If he came, he'd lose. With a curse, he rolled himself off Kiba, quickly
rising into a defensive position. He folded his hands in front of him to hide
his boner. "That's fucking bullshit, Inuzuka, using a guy's member against him."

"Pff, like you should talk," said Kiba, rising himself. "Nipple-pincher."

"I had that match and you know it."

"The only thing you had was a boner and an overactive imagination, dickhead.
You're just pissed that I beat you at your own game."

"Whatever. You pulled that reversal out of your ass." Kankuro tried to fold his
cock back into the tight folds of his singlet. But it was no good. The thing's
head stood out against his stomach obviously. "I'm not wrestling you anymore
'till this thing goes down," he muttered.

"Heh, so stop checking me out then," laughed Kiba. "You'll never go soft as long
as you're lookin' at me!"

"Now who's got the overactive imagination?" asked Kankuro. He turned his back on
the guy, positioning himself so that he faced a blank wall. "It's a good thing
you beat me the way you did, Inuzuka," he said petulantly over one shoulder.
"There's no way you could've beat me in a real one-on-one match."

"Oh yeah?" asked Kiba, dangerously. That was it. This shit-talking fucker needed
to be taught a lesson. He examined Kankuro's stocky frame, and his eyes drifted
down to and settled on those dual hemispheres of butt, packed into the guy's
singlet. The memory of a certain prank sprang to mind. Well, hey, why not? It'd
worked on Naruto last year.

Kankuro felt something swipe at his rear, and suddenly felt a draft. "What the
fuck . . . ?" he said, and turned to look at his ass. Somehow, the rear of his
singlet had gotten fucking ripped open. Three large tears, and baboom--his naked
butt was literally popping out of his singlet. Only a few tiny shreds remained
to cover his dignity, and they barely amounted to a couple loose threads. An
unobstructed view of his bare ass could be seen by almost the whole gymnasium.

"Missing something?" Kiba asked with a chuckle. He held up his hand. Strips of
spandex hung loosely from his nails.

Trying in vain to cover his arousal with one hand, and the sizable expanse of
his backside with the other, Kankuro scowled at Kiba angrily. "How the fuck did
you--?"

"Just something I've always been able to do," Kiba said. "I've got sharp
fingers. Like a wolf."

"More like a douche. Look what you did to my fuckin' singlet!"

"Heh, yeah. But enough about that. Going to have some fun with you." Suddenly
jumping forward, Kiba grabbed Kankuro's hand and held it away from his rump.
"Hey guys, check it out!" he called out. "It's Kankuro's ass!"

"The fuck!?" Kankuro said.

"Huh . . . ?" Naruto said, looking over. "Woah, hey!" He laughed and pointed.
Most of the other jocks looked over too, even Shino. There were hoots and
catcalls from all around, mixed with sounds of disgust and barfing.

"Nice ass, Sabakuno!" yelled Kakuzu, a big senior. Rounds of laughter followed.

"What's the big deal?" asked Sasuke from the side. "We're jocks. We see each
other naked all the time."

"Yeah, but normally we're all stripping down together," Shikamaru remarked.
"When it's just one of us, that guy gets singled out and mocked mercilessly.
It's the jock way."

Cursing, and with his broad ass-cheeks flexing, Kankuro rounded on Kiba to pound
the guy. Kiba caught his fist though, and pushed him back around so that his ass
was mooning the gymnasium again. He pushed Kankuro's arm up against his
shoulder-blades, getting him into an arm-lock.

"I wouldn't turn around if I were you," Kiba whispered in Kankuro's ear, "Not
unless you want the rest of the guys to see how hard you still are."

"You fucking dog-licker!" Kankuro shot back. "Let go right now, or I'm gonna
kick your ass."

"Heh, yeah yeah," Kiba said. He gave the guy a swat. Then he pushed Kankuro
down, bending the guy over at the waist. This bulged the guy's ass out nicely,
making it look firm and ripe. Perfect for punishment. "Hey, Naruto!" Kiba
shouted, "You wanted some payback, right? I've got the fucker's ass right here,
all nice and ready for you."

"Huh? Dude, you mean that? For real?" Naruto said, his eyes lighting up. "Hah!
You're the best, Kiba!"

"Oh fuck no," said Kankuro. He struggled and thrashed, but Kiba held him down,
pushing hard on the small of his back. And then he heard Naruto running up
behind him. The blond wrestler shouted a battle-cry, and Kankuro felt a burn
stinging across his ass where the dumbass spanked him.

"Heh, cool! I left a mark!" Naruto said, pointing down at Kankuro's pale ass. A
pink palm-print spread across one fleshy bun, slowly fading.

"Nice," said Kiba. "Give him another one for me. But do it on his other cheek."

"Heheheh. You asked for it, you got it!" Naruto said, winding up his arm.

"I'm gonna kill both you fuckers--" Kankuro snarled, before the next spank cut
him off. He grunted as it smacked into the meaty flesh of his ass.

"Hah hah!" Kiba laughed at the guy. "Take your own medicine! Give him one more,
Naruto. Make it a real stinger."

But Naruto wasn't spanking anymore. Instead, he was looking behind Kiba, with
big, wide eyes.

"What? What's the matter?" Kiba asked. "C'mon, spank this fucker." He reached
down and gave Kankuro a swat himself. "What's the matter with you?"

Then, from out of nowhere, Kiba felt a big paw rest on his shoulder. Turning
around, he came face to face with a massively brawny, hairy chest. Looking up,
he saw that the chest belonged to CoachAsuma . The man looked even more
disheveled than before, which would suggest he'd be in a good mood, but he
didn't look pleased. He had a smoky cigarette clenched in his teeth, and was
scowling down at his top wrestler.

Uh oh.

"Kiba," the bearded man said, bristling, "Did you rip the bottom out from
Sabakuno's singlet?"

"Uhh, crap. Yeah, Coach, I did," Kiba readily admitted. No use getting around
it.

"And what did I saw would happen the next time you defaced school property?"

Kiba sighed. "That you'd paddle the skin off my ass," he said in resignation.

Asuma also sighed. "That's right. Report to my office after showers, Inuzuka,"
he said. "Don't bother getting dressed before you show up." He gestured towards
Kankuro. "Sabakuno, you come with me. We'll set you up with a new singlet."

Kankuro glared at both Kiba and Naruto as he passed them. He tugged at the front
of his singlet self-consciously, hoping his softening boner wouldn't show. But
nobody was looking at his front. No, all the jocks were checking out his ass,
hanging firm and butch out from his ripped singlet. His hefty buttocks flexed
nakedly, like the two beefy jock mounds they were, as Kankuro followed the coach
into the locker-room.

Once the coach was gone, Naruto elbowed Kiba's side. "Heh heh, somebody's in
trooouuble," Naruto said in an annoying sing-song voice. "Somebody's gonna get
paaaddled. Somebody's gonna have a soooore ass--"

Kiba glowered. "Shut the hell up," he grumbled. Then he gave Naruto a wedgie.