Walking into the crowded boy's locker-room, Kiba picked up the regular smells with his sharp nose. Sweaty gym socks, underwear, the stink of adolescent males after a hard workout, wet shower tiles, the chemical cleaner the janitors used to wash the place down every month or so, armpits, the heady scent of testosterone--Kiba breathed it all in, and let out a pleased sigh. Sometimes he fucking loved being on the Konoha High Wrestling Team.

He sauntered in like he owned the place because, hell, he was Kiba Inuzuka. Jock extraordinaire, and all around bad-ass. Top wrestler on the team to boot--well, to hear it from him anyway. Naruto Uzumaki might tell a different story, but that was all bullshit. Kiba knew that he was top dog. It was part of his lineage, after all. His mom had been one of the top-ranked female wrestlers in the country back when she was competing, and Kiba was now following in her footsteps on his varsity team.

He waded into the sea of half-naked jocks and slapped a couple of guys on the shoulder as he made his way to his locker, boasting about how he was gonna own everyone on the mats today. He tried to goad his old pal Shino into having a no-holds barred match with him later on, but was promptly ignored. Shrugging, he made his way around the large form of resident heavyweight-champ Chouji Akimichi, who looked to be bulking up for his next weigh-in with a massive sandwich. Not that the guy needed any extra weight; he was easily the heaviest guy on the team. Next, Kiba stepped over Shikamaru Nara, who seemed to be power-napping on the floor. Why that guy was on the team at all was beyond Kiba. All he ever seemed to do was complain about having to show up to practice. He did come up with some kick-ass strategies for the other guys once in a while, though.

Kiba finally got to his locker and twisted his combination into the lock. On opening the grated door, he was assaulted by the smells of his own stink. Ah, that's right; he'd forgotten. He hadn't taken his last pair of gym clothes home to wash last practice, and they'd been left to go rank in his locker. Ah well. At least his singlet was clean, and he could always steal a jockstrap if he had to from one of the freshmen.

He started stripping down. First flexing his shirt off himself, then unsnapping his jeans and drawing them along with his boxers down his legs before kicking them off with his feet.

"Hey, Shino!" he called out across the locker-room.

Shino glanced at him, raising an eyebrow. Somehow, Shino had already managed to change into his spandex singlet without showing anymore skin than he had to. In all the years Kiba had known him he'd never seen even a glimpse of Shino's privates, when he changed at his locker or otherwise. Not even a flash of pubes. He figured the guy must be modest or something.

"Check this out!" Kiba yelled. He posed, naked and flexing, and made a muscular bicep stand out against the rest of his arm. He grinned toothily across the room, "Pretty good, huh?"

But Shino was hurriedly walking out of the locker-room, muttering something about going to meet Hinata before practice started.

Kiba grinned, turning back to his locker and shaking his head. "Whatever, man."

He'd been friends, and sort of rivals, with the serious Shino since they were kids. Now that they were both on the wrestling team, Kiba took it upon himself to bring the other guy down in matches as often as possible. Kiba was in a slightly heavier weight class than Shino, but Shino made up for that with a lot of tricky moves so it was usually pretty evenly matched. Kiba wouldn't have it any other way.

Just as Kiba was bending down to try and sniff his jockstrap to see exactly how fragrant it may or may not be, he felt a hard SLAP! bounce off his butt.

"Ow! The fuck?" he said, straightening up. He looked behind him to see Naruto Uzumaki, resident obnoxious loudmouth of the team, wringing out his hand and grinning at the mark he'd left on one of Kiba's asscheeks.

"Hah! Sorry, Kiba. You were too easy a target. Left yourself wide open!" Naruto said, laughing. The guy had already changed into his singlet. Last year, Konoha High had sprung some extra cash on the team and let some of the students pick custom colors for their leotards. Naruto had chosen a flaringly bright orange for his, which, in Kiba's opinion, made him look like some sort of dumb goofy pumpkin. Well, a fit, athletic pumpkin. With tanned, muscular arms and legs popping out of its rind.

"Keep your hands to yourself, Uzumaki," Kiba said, sliding his jockstrap up his legs with a scowl. He pulled the tight nylon strap up and snapped it in place above the curve of his ass, then tucked his man-bits into the pouch. Jockstraps were mandatory underwear for the team, and were the only piece of clothing the wrestlers were allowed to wear beneath the body-hugging uniforms. Something about them being better support for their junk.

"Or you'll do what?" Naruto asked, grinning. The guy lived to challenge others. He'd started out as the single worst wrestler on the team, but with a combination of willpower, hard work, and sheer enthusiasm, he'd risen up to actually become one of the better grapplers. Though not as good as Kiba, of course. It didn't matter how Naruto had somehow managed to beat him that one time. Back when they were kids and Naruto had somehow managed to turn Kiba's own nose against him by--but Kiba didn't like to talk about that.

"I might bend your shrimpy butt over and whup it right here," Kiba said, and grinned back--albeit more dangerously. His canines showed.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

Whenever Naruto got too full of himself, Kiba could always be counted on to put him back in his place. Well, him or Sasuke. But he didn't see Mister Spandex-Wedgie Uchiha around right then in the rapidly emptying lockerroom, so it looked like the task would fall entirely on Kiba's brawny shoulders.

He bent down again to drag his singlet out of his locker, daring Naruto to take a shot at his jock-framed ass in light of his last promise. Momentarily, he felt the expected SLAP! hit his rump, this time on the other cheek. What a moron. He stood up, singlet in hand, to give Naruto a half-pissed, half-amused oh, you're gonna get it now look.

Naruto backed up nervously until his shoulders knocked up against a locker. "Aw, c'mon Kiba. It was just a couple spanks! Better than Coach Gai's paddle at least, huh?" Naruto said, reminding Kiba of the time the two of them had been caught rough-housing in the locker-room by the man and been summarily paddled for it. They'd been bent over together side-by-side, or rather butt-by-butt. Naked. Kiba remembered well the burning feeling of that sturdy piece of wood slamming repeatedly into his ass. Not fun.

Still, that wasn't going to deter Kiba from putting some serious hurt on Naruto. He had just about got him into a headlock, when Coach Asuma's deep, gruff baritone voice boomed out into the lockerroom. "We're starting up, gents! Anyone who isn't out here in the next minute gets to be used by me as a practice dummy. So unless you'd enjoy being turned into a human pretzel I'd suggest you get your asses in gear!"

"Damn," Kiba grumbled. "You get off this time, Uzumaki. But watch out, I'm gonna get back at you. Hardcore."

"Heh. Yeah-yeah, whatever. I'll take you on anytime, Inuzuka!" Naruto said, before taking off for the door into the main gym. Kiba took half-a-glance at Naruto's butt as he walked away. The guy's glutes, encased in their orange lycra, flexed up and down rhythmically with each step. He had to admit, these singlets they had to wear could really show off a guy's assetts pretty damn well. A small grin came over his face as he pictured what revenge he might take later on that butt. Towel-snapping the guy's ass in the showers until it had welts had a certain charm to it.

Kiba hurriedly threw on his own singlet. He had a custom-colored one like Naruto's, but his was a slick red. He'd always liked red. Kind of a homage to his dog.

He gave himself a quick once-over in the wide mirror they had by the door before walking out. Pretty damn sexy, if he said so himself. He liked how his singlet clung snugly against his body, showing it all off. With only two narrow lengths looping over his shoulders, most of his chest was visible--broad pecs and nipples, with evidence below of a washboard stomach. And below that, a healthy teenage athletic crotch bulge.

Turning around, he next checked out his backside. Damn, no wonder Naruto had wanted to spank him. His perky buttocks were practically straining against the fabric back there, squeezed tight against each other by the uniform. They looking even hotter he suspected than they would if he were stark-naked. The skimpy leotard fit him like a second skin.

He grinned at his reflection. "Looking good, guy. Now to get out there and dominate."

Kiba was one of the last guys to reach the mats. Walking out, he saw Naruto already arguing with Sasuke Uchiha. Naruto was seriously fixated on wrestling with Sasuke, and challenged him to a match every chance he got. Kiba surmised it was some kind of unspoken man-crush.

A couple of girls were over by the bleachers. Kiba grinned at them and tried to flex without making it look like he was really flexing. Put on a little show for the ladies. He noticed Hinata sitting by one corner and waved. He'd been friends with her about as long as he'd been friends with Shino. The three of them had practically grown up together. She came nearly every week to watch their practices and support the two of them, but Kiba suspected there was another reason she came by the gym so often. She returned his wave along with a small smile before turning her gaze towards Naruto. That annoying guy was jumping around and flailing his arms all over the place at Sasuke.

It being a nice day, the gymnasium doors were left wide open to the outdoors. The wrestling team could hear Coach Gai Maito outside, enthusiastically urging the cross-country team to "give all their fiery energy" and to "run vigorously through their springtime of youth". Lee Rock could be heard fervently agreeing with everything his coach said. As usual.

"Man, sometimes I'm freaking glad Coach Maito doesn't teach wrestling," Kiba said, coming up to stand over by Naruto and Sasuke. "Can you imagine it? Having to hear about youthful springtimes every meet?"

"Why do you think I chose wrestling for my sport in the first place?" Sasuke replied. Sasuke's singlet was a deep blue color, with what looked like a red & white fan symbol on the thing's rear, displayed in the dead-center on his dimpled left buttock.

"Aw, Coach Gai ain't so bad!" Naruto joined in. "He's just real into what he does. And those green jumpsuits he makes all his athletes wear are kinda cool, too."

"Kind of retarded, you mean," said Sasuke.

"What was that, bastard!?" Naruto said, clenching a fist at his rival. Kiba just laughed.

Naruto huffed. "Well, he's better than Coach Hatake at least. That guy . . . " Naruto shuddered. "Last time I tried out for one of his teams, he shoved two of his fingers straight up my ass!"

Kiba sniggered. "Yeah, okay Naruto."

"He did! Like, up to his knuckles! I swear! He called it a year of pain or something. Man, sometimes I still feel them up there, like they're haunting me or something . . ."

Kiba grinned. "Heh. How I hear it though, he's not the only one who's stuffed shit up that butt, yeah?" He elbowed Sasuke, who shot an offended glare at him. "Wasn't there a certain baton incident?"

"Hn. That was an accident," Sasuke said coolly. "It was a relay race, and the moron didn't grab my hand-off like he was supposed to."

"I would've if you'd handed it to me right!" Naruto spouted indignantly.

"Hahah! Whatever, Naruto," Kiba guffawed. "All I remember is running my laps, and then turning the bend to see you crawling around on the track, moaning-- with a baton sticking straight outta your ass like some sort of sick pleasure toy."

"Wha--!? It wasn't like that!" Naruto said, flushing.

Kiba grinned. "Could've fooled me. From the way you sounded it seemed like you were having a reeeal good time. And you weren't exactly reaching around to pull it out, either, were you?"

Naruto spluttered unintelligibly.

Further provoking, however, was put on hold as their wrestling coach, Asuma Sarutobi, put his hands together to get their attention. The big man was dressed just like the rest of them, in a tight singlet that showed off every inch of his burly torso. The man was built like a bear, and his barrel chest was nigh legendary in their school district. Despite the no-smoking rule on school grounds, a cigarette dangled from his teeth.

"Okay guys," he said, getting right to business, "We've got some big news for you. There're some new arrivals to the team today."

"Huh? New guys?" Naruto said, looking around. "Where are they, Coach? Huh?"

Asuma took a drag from his cigarette. "They're getting changed now. Should be out in a minute."

"Woah, cool!" Naruto said, bouncing on his heels. "Wonder who they are?"

"Who cares?" said Sasuke.

Kiba wanted to know who the new competition was himself. New arrivals meant freshmeat.

After a few minutes, the locker-room door opened. "Here they are now," Asuma said. He yawned and scratched his ass.

Coming from the locker-room were a handful of guys who, after a few seconds, most of the assembled wrestlers recognized as being from one of their neighboring rival schools, Suna High.

"Hey, hey. It's Gaara!" Naruto said, pointing the redhead out.

"Yeah, and his brother's here, too," Kiba said, eyeing the brawny form of Kankuro. He and Kankuro had run into each other a few times in the past, and the older boy was one of the few who could match Kiba on the mats hold for hold.

Coach Asuma started going into an involved explanation on why the guys were there. Something about budget crackdowns, and how Suna's Coach Baki couldnt handle the school's entire sports curriculum by himself. After a minute, Kiba wasn't really listening anymore. He tuned it out to focus instead on his new competition. Most of them didn't look like much to worry about. Gaara, especially, looked out of place in his leotard with all his pale scrawny muscles showing. But Kankuro . . .

Yeah, Kankuro was the one to worry about. The sonofabitch was built, and Kiba remembered that he could be damn controlling on the mat when he wanted to be. He used to be called the 'Puppet Master' because he could make his opponents helplessly do whatever he wanted once he broke them down enough. Kiba didn't look forward to facing him, but at the same time was getting a rush thinking about grappling with a skilled opponent. Maybe he'd show off some school pride by beating this Suna punk's ass in front of everybody.

But there was something weird about him-- the way he was standing. Kind of off-balance. And he kept shifting his weight. Kiba realized what it was when he saw the guy adjust the crotch of his singlet and scratch one of his nuts.

That asshole Kankuro was free-balling under that singlet of his.

TBC