Dogs and Beef

"Good job, Akamaru!" Kiba called out as his dog went for another pass. All their training had really paid off. They'd already gotten that jounin sensei, Asuma, shirtless. The man's rugged chest rippled under the dappled sunlight streaming through the trees.

These new weekly one-on-one spars that the Hokage was requiring for all the Chuunin and Jounin was great. It kept everybody in top shape and battle condition. Nobody wanted to be humiliated by being taken down by one of their own comrades, so they always put their all into these fights. But, the Hokage probably didn't know what exactly went on during some of these matches . . . or what the penalty for losing was.

"Go for his pants next!" Kiba called to the big dog, who answered with an affirmative bark.

The big Jounin, tired out from completing an S-Rank just the day before, could only growl as the dog dove past him, snatching at the seat of his pants as it ran by. Clenching his teeth, Akamaru ripped the garment right off the man's body and kept going. Asuma was left standing in just a tight jockstrap, muscular ass-cheeks protruding out from the back opening like firm, hairy, cantaloupes.

Kiba laughed as he settled on a tree-stump, enjoying the sight of the mostly naked jounin beefcake. The man's package was seriously stuffed into that jock cup. "And Shikamaru and Chouji are always going on about how tough their sensei is." Kiba leered.

Asuma fumed and stood his ground, trench-knives clenched in each fist. "You want tough? I'll take you on right here, punk," he said gruffly, "I was beating ass back when you and your puppy were still in diapers."

Kiba laughed. "Yeah? Sounds good to me. Let's finish this!"

The dog-nin brandished his kunai, and ran towards the older man. The two ninja met with a clang of metal, and strained hard against each other. Asuma had more muscle and experience on his side, but Kiba was fresh and in peak condition. It was a close contest.

But, as the two pushed and struggled--and with Asuma's body bulging and straining in all the right places--Kiba made a tactical mistake. Shouldering against the brawny jounin, he mada the serious error of glancing down. There, past his opponent's hairy abs and stuffed down the man's full package, had to be the biggest boner Kiba had ever seen. Asuma was throwing a woody! The thing was poking right out of the guy's pouch--and it was fucking huge.

Asuma grinned as he carefully watched the expression on Kiba's face. A mixture of surprise, jealousy, and lust. The bait was taken. He took Kiba's moment of distraction to press his offensive. Using slices of wind chakra, he quickly chopped through the dog-nin's kunai, tearing a rip through the guy's jacket while he was at it.

"Shit!" Kiba said as he fell back. His jacket fell off him in tatters, and his fishnet undershirt fell with it. Now he was naked above the waist, bare Inuzuka chest flexing. He wasn't built like Asuma (who was?), but Kiba was clearly no slouch in the muscle department, either.

"Not so cocky now, huh?" Asuma said, as he readied another blow. Using his big wood as a distraction worked every time.

Kiba growled, but then his eyes were focusing beyond Asuma's left shoulder, and he suddenly grinned. "Now, Akamaru!" he yelled.

"Huh--?" Asuma had time to mutter, before he felt the dog's teeth fasten around the cloth strap right above his buttocks. "No!" he called out, trying to turn and stop the dog, but it was too late. With one clean yank, his jockstrap was torn off him. His big balls fell out, and his heavy hunk of a cock stuck out into the open air.

He was totally naked now. His muscular legs, chest, butt and arms--body hair everywhere--stripped down to the state of a gorilla. Shit.

"Hahah! Great work, Akamaru!" Kiba congratulated the mutt, tackling Asuma while the man was preoccupied with his sudden return to nature.

Asuma grunted as his face made contact with the ground. He tried to flip over onto his back, but Kiba straddled him, forcing his chest further into the soft soil. Asuma growled and flexed his body, trying to throw the Inuzuka off, but it was no good. Kiba simply rode him out like Asuma was a naked, fuckable plow-horse.

"Hey, you lost, sensei," Kiba said, looking down at his conquered opponent. His eyes strayed further down to Asuma's naked, straining ass, spreading and clenching in his struggles. The back of Asuma's balls kept appearing and disappearing from view, and that manly puckered asshole was winking at him. "Now I get my reward."

" . . . So take it already, punk," Asuma growled. He turned to look away in shame. Moments later he felt Kiba's fingers, slick with saliva, slowly press into his ass-gap. He groaned as the dog-nin started preparing him for something much bigger.

"Heh, you asked for it," Kiba said. Digging into his pants, he took out his own big rod. He wasn't quite as huge as Asuma (who was?), but Kiba was clearly no slouch in the cock department, either. He forced it past brawny buttocks, placing his thing right at the man's hairy entrance. "Here I come!"

He pushed inside, and for just a second, he felt that muscular warmth all around his dick. "Ahh!" he said, "This feels damn good. Ahh, fuck . . . ! I've gotta brag to Shikamaru and Chouji later about how I fucked their big badass sensei!"

But then a bang of smoke engulfed around his throbbing cock, and he looked down in confusion. Instead of that sweet hairy mountain of man he'd had squirming so succulently on his dick, now there was--a log!?

"What the fuck--?" he said, before suddenly he felt a big shoulder barrel into him from behind. He rolled with the blow, and came up spitting grass. He looked, and saw Asuma--somehow back in his jockstrap, and looking pissed. To the man's left was Akamaru, his paws bound together and his muzzle gagged. Kiba gaped.

"That was a bunshin? But when did you--"

"Sometime after your dog bit my pants off, and sometime before you started humping my ass," Asuma answered. He loomed over the shirtless guy. Kiba couldn't help but feel his eyes being drawn down to check out Asuma's package again. And, yep, the man's pouch was still stuffed full, brimming over with the jounin's thick, aroused, length.

Then the big man was on Kiba, bearing all his weight on top of the surprised Inuzuka. In no time at all Kiba's pants were flung off the guy's toned body. His shorts were ripped off him a second later, leaving the guy in a state of bare-assed nudity.

Kiba yelped as he was forced down to the ground on his chest, feeling Asuma spreading his legs like a bitch. "Fuck!"

"Exactly," Asuma replied, and pulled out his monster of a cock.

"Ohhhh, shiiiiit!" Kiba hollered as he felt a force bigger than anything he'd ever dreamed of violating his anal virginity.


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"So, how was it?" Shikamaru asked once Kiba exited the training grounds, a glum Akamaru at his side.

"Yeah," Chouji asked around a handful of chips. "Did you really go and 'bang our sensei until he couldn't take anymore'?"

". . . Screw you guys," Kiba muttered. He went back to walking home with a pronounced limp. Groaning a little bit, he rubbed at his abused asshole.

Watching Kiba until he and his dog were out of sight, Chouji turned to grin at his friend. "I win the bet," he said simply.

"Yeah," Shikamaru said, heaving a frustrated sigh. He slapped a fistful of ryo into Chouji's outstretched palm. "Man, and here I always thought sensei was a total bottom . . ."

"He only goes bottom with us because we're his students," Chouji replied sagely. "He doesn't want to hurt us with his big tool."

"Ah . . ."

"So . . ." Chouji said, and groped a handful of lean Nara ass. "You ready to pay off the rest of the bet, and take my big tool?"