The Lords of Fartbush [Commission]

A parody of the film The Lords of Flatbush (1974)

Warning: Features male scat, ballbusting, and cfnm/enm content

The Lords of Flatbush: Chico, Wimpy, Stanley, and Butchey, postured at the fence outside of their school. Classic 1950s greasers, they wore matching, personalized leather jackets and tight jeans.

A blond girl they didn't recognize walked down the sidewalk towards them, and as she passed by, Wimpy grabbed her textbook out of her hand. She whirled around to grab it back, but tossed it to Butchey, who, with a big grin on his face, began to pass it from his left hand to his right hand behind his back and under his knee.

The girl rolled her eyes and her lip curled slightly into a frown. Then, like a lightning strike, her leg lashed out and the toe of her shoe rammed into Butchey's crotch. There was a sickening crunching sound. Eyes bulging, Butchey dropped the book and crumpled into a little ball on the pavement, clutching at his testicles.

Stanley and Wimpy both grimaced at the sight of their friend emasculated, but Chico's eyes were focused on the blond, watching as she picked up her book and quickly walked away, watching the gentle sway of her hips in her long skirt.

***

Ms. Molina stood at the front of her homeroom class. Petite, but with a curvy, her skirt was just the slightest bit too tight, accentuating her hips and belly. She looked over the class with an elegant, amused, gaze, with just a touch of severity. She brushed a whisp of her bob away from her face.

"Class, we have a new student who has transferred into our class today, Ms. Jane Bradshaw. I want us all to welcome Jane to the class."

Jane, the blond from this morning, waved politely at the class. The rest of the class responded with mock-cheery "Good morning, Jane"s. Chico gave her a nod from across the classroom. Their eyes met for just a moment, but Jane quickly broke away.

"Before we get started, I have some news about fire drills-" Ms. Molina said, tapping on her desk with a yard stick to stop the clamoring.

Before she could get farther, the door opened, and a secretary came in, whispering something in the teacher's ear. She frowned and followed the secretary through to the door.

"All right class. I'm going to the principal’s office. I'll be right back. While I'm gone, fill out these sheets for the test later."

The door closed and there was a half second of quiet before the class exploded into chaos. One of the boys immediately grabbed some chalk and scrawled "Ms. Molina likes big dick" on the blackboard before tossing the chalk out into the hall, a game of keep away broke out between Stanley, his girlfriend Fran, and her friend Annie, but Chico, with a wicked grin, made a beeline for Ms. Molina' desk, unbuckling his pants as he walked.

Chico pulled the drawer out of Ms. Molina's desk, and, grabbing the contents with one hand, flipped it over. Setting down the upside-down contents on the desk, Chico pulled down his pants. just enough to expose his ass and squatted down on top of the desk. Chico's mooning led to immediate whoops and cheers as well as embarrassed shrieks and exclamations of disgust from the rest of the class.

"Oh Chico, you're sick!" Stanley said with a big grin on his face.

"Ohmygawd, make him pull his pants up! Don't encourage him!" Fran yelled.

Chico ignored both of them, and scrunched his face up, slowly squeezing a skinny wet turd out of his ass and depositing it onto the clipboard.

"Holy shit!"

"Chico that's disgusting!"

"The smell, you can smell it!"

Chico grinned and looked over his shoulder at the frantic classroom behind him. Most were covering their noses in exaggerated or real disgust, while other watched with big grins at Chico's smelly prank. Jane, though, was staring directly at the Chico's pale butt, her entire face turning a deep, burning red.

"She's coming!" a student shouted from the doorway.

Chico yanked up his pants without wiping while the other students rushed back to their seats. Lifting the turd covered clipboard from the bottom, he covered it with the upside-down drawer and slipped it back in place. He ran back to his seat and planted his filthy, but now jean covered ass, down just as the door opened.

Ms. Molina surveyed the room with a suspicious squint. She looked at the blackboard with a glare. She sniffed, and her nose wrinkled at the remnants of the rotten sewage stink of Chico's surprise.

She slowly paced to her desk and reached for the nonexistent chalk.

"Where is my chalk?"

"Why don't you look in your desk, Ms. Molina," Chico offered. "You might find some chalk there."

Ms. Molina pulled open the drawer. The clipboard fell out and skidded across the ground, the turd on top of it flipped off, splatting against the ground.

"OH MY GOD!!" Ms. Molina gasped, covering her nose. The class broke into hyena laughter, and Ms. Molina slowly vibrated with rage, grabbing her yard stick in a clawed hand.

"Mr. Rosiello, Mr. Murgalo, Mr. Tyrell, and Mr. Weinstein, come to the front this instant!"

The class kept laughing, and the four Lords stayed petulantly in their seats.

Ms. Molina slammed the yardstick against the desk again, so hard that splinters flew off the edge of the desk. The class fell silent. Slowly, all the while looking around the room and trying to keep their arrogant air, the Lords sheepishly walked up to the front desk.

Ms. Molina pointed the yardstick at them. "Take of your pants and drawers!"

The classmates looked at each other in wide-eyed shock. The beginnings of horny grins began to spread across the thrilled faces of the girls in the audience.

Wimpy swallowed hard. "C'mon, Ms. Molina, you can't be-"

The yardstick swung up between Wimpy's legs, stopping only inches before colliding with his balls.

Wimpy turned pale and then green, almost vomiting with fear. The other Lords immediately began undoing their belts, and then, with red-faced humiliation, dropped their pants and underwear, baring their naked asses and legs to the crowd behind them. The students whooped and cheered at the snarky greasers being treated a lesson, as well as the reveal of their peachy, gorgeous asses. Each Lord clasped one hand over their privates, while handing their pants and underwear to Ms. Molina.

Ms. Molina's lips curled into a sadistic smile. She dropped the clothes into another drawer in her desk.

"You can have them at the end of the day. If you want to act like a bunch of gorillas, then you can dress like them too!" She sat down on the edge of the desk. The boys turned to go back to their desks, but Ms. Molina's smile turned into a snarl. "Hold on! I'm not done with you yet!"

She grabbed the nearest Lord, Butchey, by his hair, and with tremendous, angry strength, flung him over her knees. His naked junk smacked and bounced awkwardly against her thigh.

"Hey! Watch the hai-AAIIIIIEEEEEE!" Butchey's protests were cut off by the yard stick slamming down and flattening his asscheeks.

WHACK!

WHACK!

WHACK!

"OOOOHHHHH!" Butchey howled.

The crowd cheered, in an excited frenzy as poor Butchey's butt cheeks were tanned into swollen red giant tomatoes. He squirmed and wriggled, but Ms. Molina's claw-like grip was too strong to escape. The classroom watched with fascination as his poor exposed cock grew harder and harder with each smack against its will.

Each Lord took their turn, spanked by the seeming unending strength in Ms. Molina's arm. They tried to bite their lip and not scream, but each of them broke.

When Ms. Molina got to Chico and his ass was very close to her face, her lips twisted in disgust, and she turned her head away. With her fingers, she pried open his buttcrack, exposing the messy, shitty, unwiped, filthy canyon inside above his taint and balls.

"I think I've found our culprit!" Ms. Molina said wryly. The class laughed, and Chico smiled sheepishly at the attention, his smile breaking as the yardstick came down.

WHACK!!

***

The Lords hobbled back to their empty desks, each rubbing at their swollen asses, not bothering to cover their half-erect naked cocks and drooping, veiny balls.

Chico sat down, very slowly and gingerly, in the back next to Jane. Jane's eyes darted around in panic, trying not to look at the naked man sitting next to her. She detected the stink of his ass, and sniffed deeply, almost a snort, surprised at herself, and the heady, pungent aroma of feces filling her nose and sinuses. She froze as Chico reached over and wrote "phone number?" on her open journal. With a small smile, she took her pen and wrote her number under the question.

Stanley, meanwhile, was standing up and sitting down at various desks, frowning. Every time he got up, his massive swollen cock swung and flopped and bobbed.

Annie leaned over to Fran. "Geez, how do you manage that monster!?"

Fran blushed and pushed her friend away.

"Stanley! Will you sit down! You're going to take an eye out!" Ms. Monlina said.

"I want to Ms. Molina, but I sit over here there's a draft, I sit over here, the sun's in my eye. You don't mind if I move back, do you?" His cock was leaking precum, swinging around as he talked.

Ms. Molina rolled her eyes. "All right, but I think you'll feel a draft wherever you sit."

Stanley sat down, and then immediately got up again, sitting his naked butt in Fran's lap. Fran looked around in shock and then down at the head of his penis, while the crowd whooped.

Ms. Molina immediately turned away from the chalkboard. "Get out!" she shrieked. "Get out of here, and don't come back until you have a note from your mother!"

Asscheeks flexing, Stanley walked got up off his girlfriend and walked out of the classroom.

***

"Chico..." Jane sighed. They were lying on the beach. Chico was on top of her, holding onto her, kissing her neck, while her arms gripped around his broad torso. His leather jacket gently creaked and squeaked under her fingers.

"Yeah..." Chico said, panting.

Chico pulled himself over her, hunching his body, pushing himself toward her.

Jane felt the change in Chico's posture and loosened her grip on his back.

"Chico. Chico, stop."

"What'd you want to stop for?" Chico asked, reaching for her mouth with his.

Jane pushed Chico off of her, and he fell down onto the sand on his ass. The erect cock in his pants stood up like a rocket, threatening to burst through the zipper.

Jane looked away from him, embarrassed and uncomfortable. Chico was nearly vibrating with horny energy. He stood up, pacing. He wished he had brought some smokes. Then, he turned and walked two feet away, unable to contain himself anymore. Jane heard Chico unzip his pants. The swollen cock burst free, and with animal abandon, Chico jerked off his dick, moaning, back arched. Jane watched with wide eyes, heart racing in her chest, dampness in her panties.

After a few seconds, Chico sprayed arc after arc of glistening cum onto the sand. He turned around and was met with Jane's staring, bright red face, and began to shove his dripping cock back into his pants.

He sat down next to Jane on the sand. Both of them were trying to make eye contact.

"I swear, Chico. You're so disgusting sometimes," Jane said, her voice wavering with barely hidden excitement. "You're like an animal."

Chico tried to shrug to look cool, but it came off sheepish, "So I'm disgusting, what are you gonna do?"

***

"I hope Chico appreciates what we're doing for him," Wimpy whispered. Butchey, Wimpy, and Stanley were creeping around a darkened parking garage. They were trying to steal a car for Chico so he could compete with the football player who was trying to make the move on Jane. At the far end of the parking garage, a mechanic was under a car, tinkering with a flashlight, both he and the boys were unaware of each other’s presence.

The three passed a massive, brand-new Cadillac, too expensive and noticeable to steal. Wimpy, as he was walking past it, noticed that all the windows were down, and his face lit up with a big grin. He started to unbuckle his pants, dropping them to his ankles, and stuck his ass into the open windows of the Cadillac.

"Wimpy, what the hell are you doing?" Butchey hissed, looking around.

Wimpy smiled as he squinched up his face. "I'm leaving them a present."

PPhhhhssbbbtt

With a gurgling wet fart, a stream of liquid shit shot out of Wimpy's ass and painted the white leather interior of the car. Butchey waved his hand in front of his face.

"Jesus Wimpy, what did you eat?"

Stanley began to bounce on his heal. "Yeah, that smell's not making me feel so good-"

With a burst of panic, Stanley suddenly began to pull down his pants and approached the car windows. "Make some room will ya?"

Wimpy shimmied to the side to let Stanley shove his ass into the window.

FFFFBBBBRRRBBBBRRBB

A belching hissing fart forced its way out of Stanley's puckered asshole, followed by curling, spiraling, ropey, muddy turds.

Butchey sighed and started to unbuckle his own pants. "Well, when in Rome."

He lifted his own ass into another car window and, with a grunt, started to force a round hard turd out of his ass that fell to the seats with a thump. Meanwhile, Wimpy's diarrhea was getting worse, and his farts were getting louder and wetter.

FFFFFSSSSSPPPLLLRRTT

So loud were Wimpy's farts that the mechanic heard them and crawled out from under his car. His mouth dropped as he saw the three boys filling the Cadillac with feces, the windows become foggy from the rancid toxic steamy farts from the deepest corners of their bowels.

"WHAT THE HELL DO YOU FREAKS THINK YOU'RE DOING!"

"Oh shit!"

"Hit the bricks, boys!"

The three boys, still violently shitting, jumped off the car and took off. They stumbled and tried to pull up their pants all the while shit spewed out from between their cheeks and splattered onto their pants and the concrete. Their naked cocks flopped around as they tried to shove them back down their pants while they ran.

***

Jane walked down the sidewalk back to her house.

Behind her, Chico was running up to her, but she tried to ignore him. He reached her on the path leading up to the porch.

"Jane, I want to talk to you!"

"All right, what do you want to talk about," Jane said, looking away from his eyes.

"Jane, we had something between us."

"Chico, I'm sorry if I hurt you."

"You didn't hurt me-"

"Chico! Can't we just be friends!?"

Chico's face fell. "Fine." He started to walk away.

Jane watched him leave. She rolled her eyes. "You're so immature."

"Look, I like you a lot. We had a good time. I just don't understand you, Chico. That's all."

Chico, frowned at her, with his petulant bratty face. “I guess I'm so hard to understand."

Jane's eyes turned sharp, and she called after him, now walking backwards as he looked at her with his sad pathetic eyes. "When are you going to grow up?!"

Chico shrugged. "I guess... never."

He turned around, and Jane's eyes burned. Running up to him, she swung her leg back and drove it up into Chico's balls from behind. A wet meaty crunch echoed through the suburbs and Chico gasped and doubled over. Raspy pathetic croaks escaped his throat, and Chico's knees wobbled.

"Well then I'm going to make you grow up!" Jane shouted.

She grabbed the hunched over greaser by his belt and awkwardly dragged him up the stairs into her house. Inside, she flung him against the ottoman, draping him over it. She hungrily, angrily, grabbed at his pants and ripped his pants and underwear down to his ankles. His naked butt stuck up in the air, and his shriveled, damaged balls hung below them.

Stunned, Chico looked up at Jane as she stomped past him, heading for the kitchen. "Jane?"

Jane returned, and before he could react, she shoved a bar of bitter stinging soap right into his mouth.

"There!" she said.

Then, crouching next to him, she swung her hand against with ass with surprising force, each sharp, ringing slap, was accompanied by a muffled scream from poor pathetic Chico.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

Flushed and sweating, Jane wailed on the greaser’s fleshy cheeks.

"Ms. Molina was right! You all are dirty animals, and it's time you got taught a lesson!"

***

"Jane, this isn't funny," Chico whimpered. He squatted on Jane's front lawn. His dick and balls dangled between his legs, and his blistered, swollen ass dangled over the grass, the occasional strand brushing against his cheeks. His butt quivered with pain. He was so sore from his spankings that clenching his buttcheeks hurt and stung.

Jane stood on the porch, watching with her arms crossed, a bright, horny, triumphant smile on her face. "You want to act like an animal," she said. "You can use the bathroom like one!"

Chico whimpered and bit his lip. The pressure in his rectum was building. An older woman walked by looked at Chico, the naked, squatting dog-boy, and immediately walked faster. Chico looked down at the ground in shame. His eyes watered.

And his ass exploded. A girthy monstrous turd forced its way out of his ass against his will, stretching out and presenting his anal ring to the sunshine, ripping and sliding and bludgeoning its way through his rectum, hitting the ground and still coming out, inch after inch.

Chico looked at the sky, eyes watering, bottom lip wavering. His bottom now hurt on the inside and out, and he knew that right behind him, Jane was gleefully watching her handy work. She covered her hands, trying not to laugh and squeal in glee as Chico painfully shat his brains out on her lawn.

***

Jane's arms wrapped around Chico as she clung onto him on his motorcycle. She sighed, taking in the earthy smell of his filthy dried, unwashed and shitty ass. She leaned forward into his shoulder and breathed the smell of leather and sweat, flavoring the shit smell of his butt. Her eyes darted down to Chico's erect, upright cock as he drove through the streets of Brooklynn, completely bottomless, red-faced, and red-assed, but with a gorgeous girl on his back, a girl already daydreaming about the next time she'll get to punish that butt and watch him painfully shit of his blistered ass, decorating her lawn with his turds.