Konoha Wrestling

Kiba sighed as he peeled the singlet down, working it down his back and then over the round curve of his butt. It always seemed harder to get the tight uniforms off than putting them on, especially after a good workout. The lycra fabric tended to stick to all his muscular bulges, glued to his skin by sweat.

Normally, he'd be feeling great after a practice. He'd be pleasantly buzzed from an afternoon spent pinning down his fellow wrestlers, dominating their asses. Afterwards, he'd let the backwash of spent testosterone flood over him in waves. His nose would be in heaven catching all the male musk as everyone stripped down around him. Then, into the showers, to wash off all that hard-worked sweat and grime. Stay under the soothing water for a while, letting his muscles relax, watching the other guys do what all jocks universally do in the shower-room. Towel-snap each other's wet asses, horseplay on the wet floor-tiles, compare dicks and balls. All that good stuff.

Maybe he would even indulge in some locker-room banter after that. Boasting, bragging, and shooting the breeze with the other guys, while letting it all just hang out. Get Naruto into a jock-lock while he was at it, too. Yeah, wrap the dummy up in his own underwear and leave him on the locker-room floor as a helpless, cursing ball. All in all, a pretty nice way to finish things up.

Today, however, Kiba wasn't his usual jocular self. Hell, he even had his back turned while everyone else got naked. He just wasn't in the mood to feast on all that tasty testosterone that was flying around. He didn't listen in on whatever Naruto was jabbering about, or even try to snatch a peek at Shino's privates.

Reason being, he knew that as soon as that shower was over, he had an appointment in the coach's office. More specifically, his bare-naked ass had an appointment with the coach's hard wooden paddle. He was not looking forward to that. He'd felt that thing before, and knew that he was in for a world of hurt.

The last time Kiba had been paddled, he'd gotten five hard licks--bare-ass, of course--and he remembered the disbelief he'd felt afterwards that a simple piece of wood could ignite such a fucking bonfire in his backside. He'd shown off the damage to the guys later on, in the men's room. Even Shino had been impressed with the red state of his ass.

The reason he'd got swats then was because he'd ripped the seat off of Naruto's singlet. As some kind of bet, a dare, payback--he didn't remember why. It'd seemed like a good idea at the time, though. He remembered laughing uproariously at the guy's tan ass-cheeks though, popping out and bouncing around as Naruto ran all over the place, trying to avoid all his grinning teammates pinching and spanking at his newly bared rump. Hella funny. It'd been well worth the ass-searing pain Kiba had received for his troubles.

But if last time had been bad, this time would be even worse. He'd broken the same rule twice, and in the same way, albeit on a different guy. Kankuro's bare ass might've been as fun to expose as Naruto's, but Coach Asuma didn't think kindly of repeat infractors. In fact, he tended to increase his punishments accordingly. Kiba might get a lot more than just five licks today.

These glum thoughts occupied Kiba as he finished stripping down. He tossed the singlet and jockstrap in his gym bag, making a mental note to throw both in the laundry later. Even for him, that jock was getting a little too rank.

He padded into the shower-room with the rest of the team. A sea of marching, bare-butted jocks. Konoha and Suna's finest--sweaty, smelly, and naked as jaybirds. Kiba positioned himself next to Shikamaru and Chouji, figuring those two would be the least likely to bother him. They seemed to pick up on Kiba's mood, and didn't try to engage him in conversation.

The showers in the room were already going, as usual, and the room was filled with warm steam. As they went in, Kiba noticed that Kankuro had beaten them inside. He'd probably handed Coach Asuma his ripped singlet and went straight to the showers. Now he was standing under a shower nozzle, scowling at the team he'd just been humiliated in front of.

He glared at Kiba especially, and seemed ready to start something, but Kiba ignored Kankuro and just placed himself under an empty shower nozzle. He didn't want to get into another fight today, not while Coach Asuma was already on his case. Not unless he wanted extra swats added on to his punishment. He just wanted to wet down and focus on the feeling in his butt while it was still in it's pristine, natural, unspanked state--before it was pounded into raw hamburger. Shit, he couldn't even follow up on his threat to Naruto from before, either, and whip his ass raw under the showers. He'd been looking forward to that.

Kiba noticed, as they piled into the showers, that the Suna guys weren't fully integrated into the rest of the team yet. Most of them hung back, and formed their own mini-clique around Kankuro. Typical. The two teams probably wouldn't be unified until at least a few more practice/bonding sessions.

The water cut trails through the layer of sweat on Kiba's skin, before overrunning everywhere and flooding all over him. It felt damn good. He sighed and felt himself relax a little. Loosening up some. This was nice.

Naruto, naturally, was the one who broke the peace. That guy was hamming it up, standing under one of the central nozzles and soaping himself up, waving his naked ass around in a stupid dance, all while humming the tune of "Rub a Dub Dub". The dance showed off his spanked cheeks clearly, which Sai noticed while passing by.

"Nice hand-prints, Naruto," he said.

"Heh, yeah!" Naruto said, "Hey guys! Looks like I win again!" Naruto grinned and proudly showed off his wet, pink ass. It still bore marks from earlier, when Kankuro had hung him up and humiliated him in front of the whole team, giving him a good whupping in the process.

Kiba snorted. Naruto's bubble-butt was well known to be a magnet for slaps, smacks, and spanks. Everyone on the team joked about it, including Naruto himself. It happened so often that the guy had even made a stupid contest out of it. The winner was whoever had the reddest ass after practice. Unsurprisingly, Naruto usually won.

"Yes, your glowing butt is much more impressive than your tiny dick," Sai said with a smile.

"Yeah, it--hey! What was that, bastard!?" Naruto yelled, that dick flopping around wetly as he gesticulated. "It is not!"

In retaliation for the slight against his manhood, Naruto leaped at the guy, and started the first impromptu wrestling match of the showers. Horseplay was strictly disallowed on the slippery floor-tiles, but that rarely stopped the guys from goofing around when they felt like it.

The two wrestlers were a study in contrasts as they wrestled, with Sai's pale skin rubbing up against Naruto's tan. Naruto quickly dominated the skinnier guy, effectively pushing him down and topping him under the shower spray. The other jocks watched them tussle. Say what they might about Naruto's wrestling talent (or lack thereof), the match was still a foregone conclusion. Naruto was a firm-bodied athlete, while Sai had the delicate body of a painter. The artist ended up in a headlock, brought down by Naruto's thick bicep.

"You give in?" Naruto asked, working the muscles in his arm, "You gonna admit I don't have a small cock!?"

"N--never!" Sai gasped out. "I do give in, though."

"Bah! Jerk," Naruto said, and let the guy go. Sai got up, seemingly unperturbed at being taking down so easily. But he never wrestled to win his matches, anyway. It was all about the ample opportunities for groping during them.

"Anyway, hey," Naruto said, getting back to the contest, "--this guy comes in second!" Naruto snickered and pointed a thumb at Kankuro's backside. That punk's muscled cheeks had patches of color, too. Naruto had gotten some solid hits in on him before Coach Asuma had broken up their fun.

Kankuro glowered. "Stop looking at my ass, Uzumaki."

Naruto just laughed and got back to washing himself, letting the water land all over his tan wrestler's body. "Of course . . . " he said, "I'm not gonna be the winner for long." He gave Kiba a grin.

Kiba eyed him suspiciously. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"Duh! It means you're gonna have the reddest ass here, once Coach Asuma gets through with you!" Naruto laughed.

"Oh. Geez. Don't remind me, man . . . " Kiba said. He turned away from the guy, and tried to focus on just getting clean. The water splashed against his chest, sluiced over the slopes of his abs, and flowed down his thighs and calves. He scrubbed at his cheeks, working at them to get the red fang marks off his face. He didn't like to wear the stuff when he wasn't wrestling. He didn't want to look like some sort of freak or something.

He took the time to glance around at the other guys in the shower. There was Shikamaru, standing to let the water splash at his lean muscled chest. Chouji was next to him, scrubbing down his big fleshy pecs. Kiba noticed that they were both sporting faint marks on their asses, too. Looked like Coach had gotten to them earlier. Sai also passed by, all smiles again, and not-so-subtly checking out all the different jock packages getting slathered up. Kiba made sure to shield his groin from view when that pale guy walked by.

Kiba checked the area for Shino, but somehow couldn't find him in the crowded press naked wrestlers. With the addition of the new guys from Suna, the team was packed into the shower-room like sardines. Shino was definitely there somewhere, though.

He continued sliding his eyes around the room. Sasuke was off by himself, aloof as usual. After every single practice, he followed the same rigorous system of cleanliness. He'd start at his feet and gradually work his way up, meticulously scrubbing every inch of himself. Right now he was on his knees, bent down, with his tight ass facing everyone. Kiba was surprised Naruto wasn't taking advantage of that opportunity to towel-snap the guy. Wouldn't be the first time those two spent the entire shower session trying to raise welts on each other.

Where the hell had Naruto gone, anyway?

His gaze shifted over to Kankuro. That motherfucker was down a little ways off from the Konoha guys, choosing to stay with the Suna group. He scrubbed down next to Gaara. Standing next to each other like they were, naked, it was hard to believe the two brothers were related. Gaara was a slim red-head, wiry and freckled. He looked out of place among all the big jocks. Kankuro, on the other hand, looked like he lived and breathed testosterone. The guy wasn't just bigger and more muscular than Gaara, he also seemed more . . . male. Masculine. Thicker. Broad-chested, firm-butted. Right now he was lifting up his elbow, letting the nozzle spray into an armpit.

And the asshole had rinsed his face paint off, too. Checking out the guy's facial features--blunt nose, narrow eyes, ugly lips--Kiba decided he looked better with the face paint. At least with it on, you couldn't see the guy's face.

Kankuro's butt though, was somehow damn good-looking as he stood under that shower. Real full. With drops of moisture laying on the top gluteal curves. Just a touch of red here and there on it. And, there was something about the way the water flowed down his wide back, over the hillocks of his ass, streaming between those big cheeks, running straight into his inviting crack--

Kiba was snapped out of his reverie by a crack on his own ass. "Ow!" he hollered. He turned around to see Naruto grinning at him, wet towel in hand. "What the fuck, man?" he said.

"Heh, whats the big deal?" Naruto asked laughingly. "Your ass is gonna be stinging a whole lot worse once you go into the coach's office, remember?"

"Why the hell are you so obsessed with Coach paddling me?" Kiba asked, rubbing the red spot on his butt.

"Because, uhh--it's hilarious, that's why!"

Naruto went to roll the towel up again, but Kiba growled and made a grab for it. They ended up each holding one end of the soggy thing, stretching it taut between them. Both of them pulled hard, grunting against each other, and suddenly they were having a naked tug-of-war contest. They seemed evenly matched--until Kiba suddenly grinned and let go. Naruto stumbled backwards with a startled exclamation. His feet slid and slipped out from under him, and he fell back--straight against Chouji's standing butt.

"Oops! Sorry, Chouji!" Naruto said, steadying himself by grabbing hold of both Chouji's over-sized cheeks. Luckily for him, Chouji's buns stood out from the guy's back like a shelf.

"Oof. Er, that's okay, Naruto," Chouji said. He winced as his buttocks were squeezed hard in Naruto's anxious grip.

Kankuro cracked a grin as he watched the shower shenanigans. These guys were gonna be easy pickings someday soon. "So, this coach of yours," he said to Kiba, "He knows how to give out the hard licks?"

"Hard enough," Kiba replied evenly.

"Heh! Are you kidding, Kiba? Coach Asuma's the hardest!" Naruto said, getting his balance back. "Kiba's ass is gonna be bright red by the time it's over."

"Shut up, Naruto," Kiba said. "Like you're one to talk. You've been bent over the coach's desk more than anybody else on the team."

"Well, yeah," said the laughing prankster. "But I'm not getting it today!"

"Whatever, man," Kiba said. If Naruto gave him anymore crap, he was going to beat his ass, extra licks or no extra licks. Simple as that. Luckily for Naruto, however, Kiba was just about done showering. He finished washing up his ass-crack, and then squared his shoulders.

Alright, he was clean, and it wasn't Kiba's style to delay the inevitable.

"I'm gonna go get it over with." He cocked a grin at the group of soapy wrestlers. "Wish me luck, fellas."

He exited the showers to scattered male cheers, grabbed a towel from the shrimpy towel-boy (what was his name again? Konohomo?), and wrapped it around his waist.

As he walked the short distance to the office, Kiba got himself into the proper mindset. This imminent ass-blasting, it wasn't gonna be a big deal. Sure, he was gonna get paddled. So what? He could take it no problem. It wasn't like Coach Asuma left any lasting marks or anything. And wasn't one of the Inuzuka family's favorite sayings, "whatever doesn't kill you, only makes you stronger"? Yeah! That's right. He'd take this paddling, tough it out, and then saunter off like nothing had happened. No sweat.

His determination brought him to the door of Asuma's office. He gulped as stood outside, the coach's nameplate staring him in the place. Some joker had scrawled an extra 'S' into Asuma's name, making it spell out 'SARUTOBI ASSUMA'. Kiba felt a small grin spill over his face, despite the soon-to-be dire situation for his butt. One guess who used orange crayon in their vandalism.

Time to face the music, then, huh? He had it coming. No guts no glory. Just get it over with!

He turned the door knob, and went in.