Konoha Wrestling

It was like a Calvin and Hobbes comic. The second Kiba walked through the front
door, Akamaru pounced on him.



"Oof. Hey buddy, how ya doin'?" Kiba said happily as he scruffed and patted the
big white german-shepherd mixed breed. The dog wagged his tail wildly, and threw
all his considerable weight onto Kiba's chest. The jock staggered. "Woah, boy!
Not so hard, you're gonna make me--OW!" He yelped as he landed on his sore ass.



Akamaru turned his head sideways, and woofed questioningly.



"Yeah, Coach beat my ass again . . . " Kiba replied. The boy and his dog had
been practically raised together, and were able to understand each other almost
instinctively. Kiba rolled over onto his stomach and pulled his pants down,
showing the dog his spanked butt. "See?"



The dog gave a slightly irritated growl.



"Huh? Oh, yeah. Sorry. I forgot that you're color-blind. Just trust me that it's
pretty red, okay?"



Akamaru bent forward, and nosed his owner's bared ass. He gave one of the cheeks
a wet lick.



"Ah! Quit it, boy, that tickles!" Kiba laughed. He pulled his pants back up and
headed into the kitchen. On the table, there was a note from his mother. It
read:



Kiba,



I'm going out drinking with Shikaku and the boys. Probably won't be back until
tomorrow. DO NOT make a mess of the place. DO NOT throw any parties. DO NOT
forget to do the dishes. If you're going to wrestle w/ your dog, do it someplace
where you won't break anything. Your sister is sleeping over at the vet's.



Love,

Mom



"Woohoo! We got the house to ourselves, buddy!" Kiba pumped his fist. This was
even better, because it meant he wouldn't have to show his mom the note saying
he'd been punished at school yet. He went to grab Akamaru's leash. "Wanna go for
a walk? Huh?"



He got the usual reply from the dog. More barking and furious tail-wagging.



"Hah! Alright, let's go!"



***



When they got back, the phone was ringing. He picked up the receiver. "Hello?"



"You fucking ass-licker!" an angry voice said.



"Who's this?"



"It's Kankuro!" the voice said. Then it added on, almost as an after-thought,
"You dumb fuck."



Kiba laughed. "Oh, hey there, fag-clown. I didn't recognize you while my nipples
weren't getting played with."



"Very funny. I'm gonna fuckin' kill you!"



"What's the matter there, bud?"



"Your fucking coach and his fucking paddle! I can't even sit down right now!"



"Awww, did Kanky get a spanky? Does the widdle cry-baby have a red butt?"



"It's more than red, it's fucking maroon!"



"Hey, even better! It'll match your singlet that way."



"I should bring your coach up on charges. That was fucking abuse."



"Doesn't Coach Baki ever paddle his guys?"



"Not like that!"



"Pfff. Don't be such a wimp."



Kankuro spluttered.



Kiba hung up.



A moment later, the phone rang again.



"Hello?"



"I wasn't finished yet, dickweed."



"Yeah? Okay then, make it quick. I got stuff to do."



"I just wanted to say: I'm gonna get back at you. Hardcore. You and your little
beatnik butt-buddy."



"Shino?"



"Yeah, whatever. That Uzumaki idiot, too. You're all on my shit list. You'd
better watch your backs."



"Well, let me tell you something, too." Kiba bared his teeth and growled into
the phone. "You fuck with any of my friends, and I'll kick your ass. I'll make
Coach's pounding look like a fucking massage. You got that? I'll rip you a new
one."



"Big words, Inuzuka. Big words." Kiba could practically hear Kankuro's sneer
over the line.



"Yeah. I could say the same to you. But, I just got one question for ya."



"What's that?"



Kiba grinned. "Were you really crying like a little girl from that spanking?"



Kankuro swore, and slammed the phone down.



Shrugging, Kiba went to make himself an after-school snack. He was in the mood
for Hot Pockets.





***





The heavy-set wrestler grimaced and bit out epithets as he paced around his
messy room. "That fucking Inuzuka. I'm gonna beat his ass black and blue, the
mother-fucker . . . " he muttered. He went around punching the walls, kicking
the bed, and pausing to occasionally rub his ass.



Who the fuck did those leafies think they were, fucking with him like this?
Assholes. He'd show those fuckers. FUCK.



He stopped when he noticed Gaara standing in the doorway to his bedroom. "Oh . .
. hey, Gaara."



Gaara stared at him. "You were paddled today."



Kankuro grimaced. Although he wouldn't admit it, he was secretly scared shitless
of his younger brother. The kid had a history of sudden, violent outbursts, and
now he saw regular therapy for it. The medication they'd got him on seemed to
control his darker impulses, but Kankuro had seen him at his worst. It wasn't
something he forgot easily. "Uh, yeah, I did," he said.



"Did it . . . hurt?"



" . . . Yeah," Kankuro said. He didn't like the way Gaara was looking at him. It
was more than a little creepy. "You saw how Inuzuka got it. Mine was even
worse."



"I want to . . . see it."



The older brother frowned. "Oh, c'mon, Gaara. I've had a long day, and . . . "



This time, Gaara's voice was more forceful. "I want to see it."



Any other guy, Kankuro would've told to screw off. But not Gaara. He'd been told
to always be nice to Gaara--or else. Coddle the kid. Hell, the only reason Gaara
was even on the wrestling team at all was because it was a group social activity
where Kankuro could keep on eye on him. Kankuro didn't like it, but there it
was.



And if he didn't play nice, then Kankuro's deadbeat dad would beat his ass
harder and longer than any wrestling coach could. Kankuro envied his older
sister, who'd managed to get into a good college and away from this shit-hole.



With a sigh, Kankuro dropped his pants.



Gaara stared at the wide, muscular buttocks for a long moment. "It's very red."



"Yeah."



His little brother drew closer to him, and reached out a hand. "I also want to .
. . touch it."



Kankuro grimaced. Fuck.





***





The phone rang again. Kiba picked it up with a growl. "What d'you want this
time, fuckface?"



"Uh . . . Kiba?"



"Oh. Hey. Chouji?"



"Yeah. Are you alright? You sounded pissed."



"Ah, no." Kiba chuckled. "I just thought you were somebody else. What can I do
for you, man?"



"I was just wondering if you had the homework Mr. Umino told us to do over the
weekend."



"Shit. We had homework?"



"Yeah. He had it on the blackboard, but I forgot to write it down."



"Well, uh . . . why don't you ask Shikamaru if he's got it?"



"Are you kidding? He slept through the whole class. I had to wake him up when
the bell rang."



"Hah! Yeah, typical. Hey, you know who I bet copied it down? Shino."



"You think so?"



"Yeah, he's a freaking nerd. Hang on, I'll get you his number."



After rattling it off, Kiba hung up. With a sigh, he sank into a La-Z Boy chair.
He stood up quickly though, and grabbed his sore butt. Damn, he wouldn't be able
to sit comfortably for a while. But at least he had the weekend to recover.
Should be back to it's normal color by the time the guys saw it again in the
locker-room. After rubbing his ass awhile, Kiba sat down more gingerly. He
relaxed, and started petting Akamaru. Seconds later, the phone rang again.



Kiba grimaced. "Who the hell am I today, Mister Popularity?" Akamaru whined when
Kiba stopped petting him to get the phone. "Don't worry, boy, I'll be right
back. . . . Hello?"



"Hey, Kiba! How're those butt-cheeks doing?"



"Wha--? Oh. Hey, Naruto."



"Hey! You don't sound too excited to hear from me!"



"That's probably because I just saw you all practice. What do you want?"



"Ah, not much. Just felt like talking some shit. You're the guy I talk shit
with. Plus, I wanted to see how sore you still are! Heh."



"So, you called just to inquire about the state of my ass?"



"Yeah, pretty much."



"Well, it's still nice and fucking tender, thanks for asking. I'll seeya at
school, Naruto."



"Hey! Are you hanging up on m--!"



Kiba clicked the receiver down and shook his head with a laugh. "That guy's so
freakin' gay," he told Akamaru.





***





Naruto glowered at the phone in his hand. "Damn Kiba . . . " he said to himself,
"Why's he gotta be such a jerk!" He threw the thing down to the end of the
couch, and then settled back to finish what he'd been doing before he made the
call.



He grabbed his after-school boner, and started furiously whacking off.





***





"Oh, that reminds me. I was gonna call Shino, too . . . " Kiba said. He quickly
punched in the guy's number, and listened to the ringing. After a few seconds,
there was a click.



"Hello?" asked Shino's voice.



"Heyyy, bud. How's it hanging?"



"Kiba? Hello."



"Yeah. So hey, what're you doing tonight?"



"Tonight? I am planning on getting an early start on my schoolwork. Then,
I'll--"



"Schoolwork? You got the whole weekend for that, man! It's Friday!"



"That is true, but I prefer to complete my assignments as soon as possible,
giving me a better--"



"Nuh uh. You're hanging with me tonight. Come by my place around seven. I'll
make ya dinner!"



"Dinner? That's unusual for you."



"Hey, I can cook. Besides, mom's gone tonight, so we gotta fend for ourselves.
And also, I wanna, y'know, pay you back for that save today. Not that I couldn't
have handled that fucker by myself."



"I never meant to imply you couldn't."



"Nice to know you got my back, though. But dude, it was awesome! You should've
seen Coach Asuma wailing away on that asshole. He really went to town on him.
And all because you had to open your mouth, heh."



"I just hope my intervention doesn't come back to haunt me later."



"Pff, don't worry about that. Anyway, how about it? You coming over or what?"



There was a long pause on the other end, as Shino considered.



"I will . . . need to feed the tarantulas before leaving."



"Uh? Uh, yeah, sure. Do what you gotta, man. Just don't bring those things
around here. Akamaru doesn't like 'em."



"Of course. They will stay home in their cages. For Akamaru."



"Well, okay, I don't like 'em either!" Kiba chuckled. "So don't bring any of
your crawly pals with you."



"Very well. I will be there at seven. Shall I call Hinata, and invite her as
well?"



"Nah. I was thinking it'd just be a guy's night. Maybe next time, huh?"



"Alright. I'll see you then."



They both hung up, and Kiba went to scritch Akamaru behind the ears. "Shino's
coming over in a while. That'll be fun, yeah?" he asked the dog.



Akamaru made a mild whine.



"Aw, don't get all jealous, boy. I spend plenty of time with you! You're worse
than Naruto."



The dog growled in response to that comparison.



"Heh, yeah he is. Just today he was trying to fight me over who got to wrestle
this new shithead. I won, of course. But hey, that reminds me. I still need to
pay him back for those slaps he gave me before practice . . . Hold on." He
picked up his phone one last time. He winked at Akamaru. "Bet you I can kill two
birds with one stone tonight. Check this out."





***





Naruto replayed Kiba's paddling over and over again in his mind. The stinging
yelps, how he spread his stance, the way he made groans at the really heavy
ones. Kiba dipped his towel down repeatedly, showing Naruto the damage. The feel
of Kiba's firm muscled butt, when Naruto had spanked him leaving practice. Now,
Kiba was bent over naked, with Coach Asuma's paddle smacking him endlessly.
Whackity whackity whackity whackity--



"Ohhhhh yeahhhhhh," Naruto moaned. He jerked himself, panting
and drooling.



Then, the phone rang.



Fumbling and cursing, Naruto went to pick it up. "Hello?"



"Hey numb-nut."



"Kiba? Uhh--hey there!"



"What's with your voice? Were you just running?"



"Um. Yyyyyyyes."



"Huh. Okay. Hey listen, you wanna come over tonight?"



"Come over? Come over where?"



"To my place, dumbass."



"Uhhh, well, why should I?"



"Well . . . " Kiba chuckled. "Don't you want to hear about Kankuro's paddling?"



"E--eh? Wait, you got to see it?"



"Maybe. Come over around seven. I'll tell you all about it."



"Why don't you just tell me now?"



"Because I don't feel like it, jerkwad."



"Grrr! Well, uh--okay, fine! I guess I'm not doing anything else tonight. I'll
be there!"



"Yeah? Okay, good. Make sure you eat something beforehand. No way am I cooking
for your ass."



"Pfff, like I'd want to eat dogfood, anyway!"



"Shut your trap, baton-butt. That was just the one time and you know it!"



After another round of insults were exchanged, the two guys hung up on each
other. Kiba swaggered back over to his dog. "Told ya," he said. "One mention of
a man getting spanked, and Naruto's drooling worse than you at a Pavlov exhibit.
He's the only gay guy I know." He considered. "Well, besides Sai."





*****





Meanwhile, in his curtained-off room full of ant-farms, beatles, and
spider-nests, Shino hurriedly pushed himself closer to orgasm. He pumped himself
quickly and efficiently, with his mouth hanging open slightly. There was a quiet
moan as he visualized Kiba undressing before him. That was generally as loud as
Shino got during masturbation.



He came into a tissue, and quickly disposed of it.



There now. That should lower the chances of any accidental arousals later that
evening.





*****





"Yeah, just you wait, boy," Kiba said. "This is gonna be
good."