All in all, a pretty nice way to finish things up. Yeah, wrap the dummy up in his own underwear and leave him on the locker-room floor as a helpless, cursing ball. Get Naruto into a jock-lock while he was at it, too. Boasting, bragging, and shooting the breeze with the other guys, while letting it all just hang out. Maybe he would even indulge in some locker-room banter after that. Towel-snap each other's wet asses, horseplay on the wet floor-tiles, compare dicks and balls. 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. Then, into the showers, to wash off all that hard-worked sweat and grime. His nose would be in heaven catching all the male musk as everyone stripped down around him. Afterwards, he'd let the backwash of spent testosterone flood over him in waves. He'd be pleasantly buzzed from an afternoon spent pinning down his fellow wrestlers, dominating their asses. Normally, he'd be feeling great after a practice.

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