Go Fetch

"Man, you're messed up," Kiba said, peeling the tight mesh shirt up his chest and then pulling it over his head, "I mean it. Seriously messed up."

"Hey! Hey! What's messed up about this? I won the bet, didn't I?" Naruto asked from where he'd been opening his window. He snickered as Kiba's muscular upper body came into view.

Kiba sighed, and tossed his shirt onto Naruto's bed. Then he bent over to undo his sandals. "Yeah, but--"

"So you've gotta do whatever I say!" Naruto interrupted, "Nothing messed up at all about that."

"Yeah, but if I had won, I would've just made you, I don't know, wash my underwear or something," Kiba said, unbuttoning his pants, "I wouldn't have made you . . . strip naked!"

"Heheh. Yeah, well. Sucks to be you, 'cause I won fair and square."

Kiba just growled, and then pulled his pants down, turning them inside out as they traveled down his toned thighs. He kicked them off and stood before Naruto wearing just his lucky dog-bone shorts. "Alright . . ." he said, picking at his shorts' waistband uneasily, "Now what?"

Naruto folded his arms behind his head and grinned. "Now you pull those undies down to join the rest of your junk. I said naked, man!"

Kiba grimaced. "You serious?"

Naruto laughed. "Can't back out now. A bet's a bet!"

"Fuuuck," Kiba said, and pulled his shorts off fast--before he could change his mind. Plump Inuzuka balls spilled out, along with his floppy dog of a cock. "There. Y'happy?" he grumbled.

"Heh, yeah!" Naruto said.

"Are we done humilating me now?" Kiba asked, and scratched one of his abs. "Can I go home?"

Naruto chuckled. "Not just yet, man. Just one more thing I want you to do . . ."

"More? Like taking all my clothes off wasn't enough?" Kiba huffed. "Just hurry up and tell me what it is."

"Heh, wait right there. You'll see!" Naruto said excitedly. He got down on his knees and jammed his head under his bed, groping around for something.

Standing there in the buff, Kiba resisted the urge to scratch his nuts. It felt weird for him to be in some other guy's room like this, in his birthday suit. His dick and ass tingled, unused to the open exposure. He was just glad Akamaru wasn't around to see this shit.

Naruto's rear-end stuck out lewdly as he searched under his bed, circling around in the air, just begging to be kicked. Kiba resisted. If Naruto pulled out a collar or a leash or something like that though, he was gonna get a beatdown.

But no, Naruto came up holding an ordinary tennis ball in his hand. "You know what this is?" he asked.

"Huh? Sure," Kiba said, following that ball with his eyes as Naruto started bouncing it off the floor. Naruto bounced it--caught it--bounced it--caught it. "It's the same kind of ball I use with Akamaru."

"Yeah," said Naruto, inwardly snickering at Kiba. The guy was staring dumbly at the ball, nodding along with it's bounces. And Kiba said that the Inuzukas were different from dogs. Naruto suddenly caught the ball one-handed and gripped it firmly. "Hey, Kiba!"

Kiba started. "Yeah?"

"A bet's a bet, right?"

Kiba frowned. "Well, yeah."

"And a real man always follows through on them, right?"

Kiba growled. "Yeah, Naruto. That's the whole reason I stripped myself fucking bareass here. Now what the hell do--"

"Hey-hey. Don't be like that. After this last thing, we'll call it paid in full, alright? Clean slate and all that."

Kiba folded his arms and grimaced. "Fine. It's a deal. I'll do it. Now tell me what it is already."

"Heh, it's simple!"

Naruto wound his arm up and threw the tennis ball out the window as he hard as he could. It bounced out onto the street. The packed, jostling, noon-day market street.

A shit-eating grin firmly in place, Naruto said, "Go fetch."